Stay to watch.

You put a gentle but firm hand on Albina's shoulder, preventing her from rising. "Artorius is perfectly within his rights to do what he wants with his **** in his own house," you tell her. Albina looks at you, wide-eyed. You lean in so that only she can hear: "We still haven't gotten what we came for!"

Artorius doesn't notice or pays no heed to your whispered aside. "Hahaha! That's right. Watch here, little Albina: you might learn something. Zahra is talented: I've made sure to have her specially trained in a Roman brothel." He sidles to one side so you can more easily see his now stiff cock gliding in and out of the ****'s mouth as she coats it with her saliva. Well, you think idly, that explains the makeup, at least.

Artorius grabs a cup of wine and quaffs it in a single swallow as Albina shifts uncomfortably next to you. He belches, then roughly pulls Zahra off his cock and to her feet. He bends her over facing away from you, and yanks her tunic off. "See this?" he asks, slurring slightly. "This's her pussy. You've got one too, Albina...not that you'd remember...it's where your man'll fuck you one day to make you have his babies. Carry on his line..." The squat man spits on his hand and begins to lubricate his cock. "But personally, for you?" He spins Zahra around and pushes her to her hands and knees on the couch, facing you. Her dark breasts sway beneath her as the **** lowers her head and Artorius grunts, lining himself up behind her. "I hope your man is a persistent butt-fucker!" With a groan, he eases himself into the ****'s ass.

Albina clearly can't keep quiet anymore. "You're a pig, Artorius," she says tartly, "and what's worse, you sound like one right now."

"Ha...ha...do I?" The other man wheezes as he fucks his **** slowly. He reaches forward and pulls Zahra's hair, drawing the ****'s head up with a gasp so that her eyes are fixed on you and Albina. "Maybe so...but this...this is what you've got to look forward to...a future of...hngh...of fucking and housework...take a good look..." He chuckles. "And I shouldn't be rude...Lentillus...join in if you want..."

You can't deny you've gotten hard, watching this pig fuck his ****. You glance over at Albina. Her arms are folded across her chest, but her eyes are fixed on Artorius and she's biting her lip. Whether that look is anger or... interest is...hard to tell...