You’re too flustered to do so.

The sight of Albina, whom you’ve known for years, nearly brings you up short—but as you flag, Polyxena grabs your ass, pulling you into her, and your muscles take over, beginning to slowly fuck her again.

“Ah, don’t stop, dominus,” she coos. Then she turns to Albina. “Is that the scented oil your mother mentioned, mistress? Leave it there—I’ll make use of it as soon as—ah!—as soon as I am done tending to—unh!—Lord Gaius’s other needs.”

Blushing scarlet, Albina nods, puts the small jug carefully on the floor, then flees. That was awkward...

Polyxena doesn’t seem to care, though, and as you continue to move inside her, neither do you. You get lost in the heady rhythm of stroking and the little cries that occasionally escape her lips, and after a few more moments you pull out and explode over her back, covering the cooing Greek in your spunk. She’s panting, and turns back to look at you with a grin.

“I thank you for your attention...dominus. As I said, this place lacks stimulation for someone as refined as you. If you ever want me to...provide a distraction...again, you should know that my quarters are in the southwest corner of the ground floor.”

You grin and smack her ass. “Perhaps I will see you there, then. For now, though, I’ll have to finish my bath.”

“Of course.” Polyxena chuckles and immerses herself in the tub to wash off the most visible of your seed, then steps out and resumes her task. The rest of your bath passes uneventfully, although when she departs she gives your cock a brief, playful tug. You’re smiling as you dress for the meal.