You have a moment of weakness.

“Gaius Vikare.” You groan answering such a simple question without thought, as your willpower is focused on not exploding all over yourself.

“Gaius Vikare.” The witch purrs, very pleased with herself. “It's a fine strong name, though not of Latin origins. You must be of Etruscan heritage?”

“Damn you.” You hiss through deep breaths, finally realizing what you have surrendered.

“Oh, that is most assured.” Bizia smiles and bends down close to your aching cock. She runs her index finger up your shaft, closely inspecting every inch of your pulsating manhood. Licking her lips you can feel her warm breath on your dick as she speaks. “You're a most impressive man, Gaius. It's a rare thing when I can enjoy the pleasures only a man can give, let alone one as handsome and so well endowed as yourself.”

The well curved witch slides up on the table and straddles herself over your legs.

“Come now Gauis.” Bizia asks with a husky bedroom voice. “Surely your name and background are not state secrets.” Sliding her fingers down the opening of her robe, and the stola underneath, she exposes more and more of her ample cleavage to you. Her breasts are white as the rest of her skin, but they are firm, large and most inviting.

The witch settles down on your left upper leg is such a way that her inner most loins press firm against you through her clothes. She begins to slightly gyrate back and forth, while placing her right hand underneath her robe to fondle her breasts in order to excite herself. Whipping her back Bizia gives out a groan and then looks down at you with an aroused grin. “There are worse ways to be tortured, wouldn't you agree Roman?”

Not waiting for a reply the witch slides down your leg and loudly gasps as she forces herself over her knee and strategically places your shin bone against her inner lips. Her slight gyrations becoming outright humping as she masturbates herself on you.

“All quiet now Gaius?” Bizia moans. Let's see what I can do about that.” Bending over the witch again effortless takes your cock into her mouth with one fluid motion and slides it deep down her throat.

“Ahhh!” You nearly scream as the temptress displays her unparalleled fellatio skills. Aggressively and with easy Bizia's head bobs up and down covering the full length of your shaft as her moans from her continuing humping make her throat muscles contract and loosen heightening the experience.

Like before the cruelty of her **** is revealed as just before you are about to cum the witch evacuates her mouth, but mercifully this time without dragging her teeth.

“So Gaius Vikare.” Bizia warmly smiles, “What is your rank and station?”

Your head swimming in desire with the all consuming yearning to cum you blurt out the information you have said thousands times before, “I am Gaius Severinus Vikare of Ostia, captain of the garrison and of equestrian rank.”

The wicked priestess gives you a few moments to regain your composure as she returns to her slight gyrations, while still playing with her breasts.

“By Jupiter what witchcraft do you possess?!” You finally mutter as your senses begin to return.

Bending back down Bizia smiles. “The best kind.”

Taking your cock she places it between her large, soft, pillowy, breasts, and squeezes her tits together slides her feminine orbs up and down your shaft, tit-fucking you.

As you begin to moan she whispers in an inviting and alluring voice, “What is the size of your colony? How many soldiers do you have?”