You are interrupted before you can even get started.

Luckily the knob of your cock is slick with saliva from the most recent mouthwork of the sweet lipped ****. Holding your shaft in your hand you place the tip against her clenched portal. Rocking forward slightly you feel a slight give between her cheeks. But before you can continue a firm knock on the door startles all four of you.

It takes almost no time for you to slide from the bed, pick up your gladius and open the door wide to reveal one of your men saluting sharply. You don't understand the return to discipline, but you suspect it has to do with the long Rider's lance that he is holding in his hand.

"What's the problem?" You ask although you have pretty much figured it out. The Riders would monitor the progress of each of the squads. It would be easy to do from above. When we disappeareed under the foliage of the garden and then did not reapear in a resonable amount of time they must have guessed something like this happened.

"This says the man handing you the lance." You see that a ribbon has been tied to the grip of the lance and on the ribbon in big block letters are the words:

"MOVE YOUR BUTTS!"

Sarge is reassembling the men sir" says the grunt with another salute "we hope that you'll still lead us."

You look over the three naked women before you. Especially the petite blonde whose ass you were just about to enjoy. Maybe you could stall for five or ten minutes - just long enough to plough this tight little hole. The man at the door looks at you expectantly.