A Roman legionnary can fight alone against two

I stand up in the bath and, as Gabriella is about to put her dress on again and leave, I stop her with a gesture of my hand.

"On second thought, Gabriella, you served your mistress perfectly well till now. I'm sure you will attend to her again in this circumstance."

Olivia looks a little surprised, but nevertheless smiles again and undoes the brooches of her dress, which falls at her feet. Now wearing only her sandals laced up to the knee, she advances towards me and kisses me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth and her magnificently developed breasts caressing my chest. She then takes me by the hand and leads me out of the bath, up to a bench occupying a whole side of the room. She makes me sit on it while the servant, having let her gown fall again, joins us. The two women, the young Gabriella and the more mature, full-breasted Olivia, both kneel in front of me.

"Gabriella, my girl," purrs Olivia, taking my cock in her hand, "if you have already exhausted him, I swear I will make you whip up to the bones."

My member, already stiffening again, proves to her that Gabriella doesn't deserve any whipping. Olivia bends and engulfs it hungrily, beginning to use her mouth with energy while Gabriella, kneeling behind her, massages her nape and her shoulders, kisses her in the neck while her hands descend along her mistresses's sides, cup and fondle her breasts. One of her hands then sneaks into Olivia's lap, down to her slit. The noble lady moans softly, without abandoning my cock.