Chapter 8

There is something wrong with his mistress! Weiss felt.

When people face new things, they will use their existing experience to analyze.

He is good at being a slave. First of all, he was a social animal in his previous life, and he was also a house slave, car slave, child slave, and wife slave. After traveling through time, he was a slave again, which was nothing. In the previous life, he had to please a group of people, but in this life, he only had to please the mistress, which might not be a better life.

Besides, the mistress was a real white, rich and beautiful woman. He saw the heavy box of gold coins with his own eyes. So he quickly found his position: a little wolf dog kept by a rich woman.

The problem is, how could a middle-aged woman who stared at his body like a nymphomaniac, couldn’t move her legs, and fell down at a push be a virgin? This is so fucking bizarre and completely unreasonable.

Vixius followed the gatekeeper on the street, with only a loincloth on his body, and 4 brass coins given by the mistress in the morning were placed in his crotch. The weather was not cold, and it was okay to be shirtless. There were many naked slaves on the street, and there was no need to be embarrassed. After all, he had the best figure along the way. But walking barefoot on the street was very uncomfortable. There was a lot of animal feces and urine on the road, which was very disgusting.

The gatekeeper led him for a while and came to a door. He signaled Vicious to take out the money. After Vicious took out the brass coin with body temperature from his crotch, he put one in the cash box inside the door, then signaled Vicious to enter the door, and he left.

Vicious walked in at the signal of the gatekeeper of this compound. There were many slaves inside, some of whom were still wearing handcuffs and leg irons and were being guarded.

This was a maze-like corridor with various patterns painted on the wall.

“Sesters” a teacher slave pointed to the picture on the wall that was the same as the brass coin in Vicious’s crotChapter 1 silver coin for 4 brass coins, for 16 bronze coins, he understood it by looking at the picture on the wall. 1 gold coin for 25 silver coins. How many silver coins can be exchanged for the hostess’s box of gold coins? It turned out to be a rich woman who was fragrant and soft! He had bad teeth, so he had to eat something soft.

It turned out that this was a language school. He understood and started to study seriously.

In fact, the content was quite interesting. The murals on the wall included all aspects of a slave’s life. Among them was a mural of having sex with the master.

It was okay for a male slave to be penetrated by a male master, but it was not okay for a male slave to penetrate a male master.

When a male slave had sex with a female master, the female master had to be on top. It was not okay to press the female master down, and it was also not okay to let the female master give him a blowjob.

Damn, I had already pressed the female master down and deflowered her yesterday. Is that not okay? The female master didn’t protest!

It was relatively easy to distinguish between slaves and masters in the painting. The master had a light skin color, while the slave had a dark skin color.

In addition, there were also various tableware and tools, and how to read chicken, duck, cow and horse, which was quite practical.

The strange thing was that there was no lunch. They didn’t give him food, the door was locked, and he was not allowed to go out, which made Vicious hungry. After school in the afternoon, Vicious ran home to find food. There was a large group of people waiting at the door to pick up slaves, but he was the only one who went home by himself.

“Open the door.”

“Who’s there?”

“Vicious.” He was a college student in his previous life. It’s not difficult to memorize a few Latin words.

The door handle pulled the bolt, and the doorkeeper opened the door. Vicious entered the front yard, and the hostess walked out of the inner court gracefully and smiled at him.

Although the hostess was not young, she had a noble temperament. Her every move seemed to be specially trained. She had a sense of holiness and naturalness, which made him want to violate her.

“Mistress, I love you.” Vicious stepped forward, took her hand and kissed the back of her hand, flattering her in the Latin he had just learned.

“Mistress, I’m hungry.”

The hostess talked to little Potter in a lot of words, and Vicious understood the two words bread and wine.

Little Potter brought a piece of bread and a glass of wine. Vicious went to the kitchen to wash his hands with water, and took the bread and wine to eat and drink. The taste of this wine is slightly sweet and a little sour.

When Vicious was eating bread, he saw little Potter pooping on the toilet in the kitchen. He wanted to see how the boy wiped his butt. As a result, the boy stood up directly after pooping, put on his crotch cloth and left.

Fuck, he suddenly thought that he washed his hands before eating, but the boy didn’t wash his hands when he touched the bread.

The bread suddenly felt a little hard to swallow. He stood up and walked to the black man. The black man seemed to have an injured left arm and his feet were shackled in the animal pen. Although there were no animals in the animal pen, or the black man was an animal. What did he do to be locked up? Why didn’t he eat even when the hostess gave him food. Could it be that only the Chinese understand that eating is the most important thing in the world?

Vicious put the bread in the black man’s hand, and he actually widened his eyes, yelled a lot, and threw the bread away.

“Pa ~” Vicious couldn’t help but slap him. This body was too irritable, and he couldn’t blame him.

He put the bread in the black man’s hand again, and the black man threw it away again. Vicious slapped him again, stuffed the bread directly into his mouth, and raised his hand to slap him again.

The black man stared at Vicious’s recovered arm, stared blankly for a while, and began to chew. This is not a toast, but a punishment. No wonder he is locked here. This guy is really an animal.

“Vicious.” The hostess called him from behind. He turned around and saw her at the door, motioning him to go out.

Vicious followed her happily. He was going to continue his work. The job of the little wolf dog is to make the rich woman dry, provide emotional value to the rich woman, and let the rich woman spend money on him. These three things.

After playing with the hostess on the beach for a while, he pointed at his feet, then pointed at the hostess’s leather sandals, and then pointed at the street not far away, where there was a place to sell shoes.

The hostess went ashore, and he wanted to hold her hand and walk away, but she pushed him away and motioned him to walk behind her. This reminded Vixius of the picture he saw today, walking behind the master to provide protection. Obviously, being a bodyguard is also one of his jobs.

The hostess is still awesome, and she doesn’t shiver when spending money. In addition to a pair of leather sandals, she also bought a brand new linen robe and a leather belt, spending a total of 18 silver coins.

All the money he earned in his previous life was spent on his wife and children, and he was often scolded for not earning as much as someone else. In this life, the hostess provides food, accommodation and expenses, and he also got the hostess’s first blood. This life seems to be good. You know, the wife he married with 88,000 yuan in the previous life was not a virgin.

“Mistress, I love you.” Vixius said the truth. This hostess is indeed cuter than his wife in the previous life, more beautiful, with bigger breasts, bigger buttocks, better temperament, and more generous..., so many advantages!

The hostess smiled slightly, very cute.

They walked home, washed their feet, and Vicious couldn’t wait to put on his shoes, finally he didn’t have to step barefoot in shit and urine.

A woman was cooking dinner in the kitchen. Vicious thought for a while, then started to whittle sticks with an axe, and then roasted the burrs in the fire. He wanted to make two pairs of chopsticks.

“Vicious, the mistress is taking a bath.” Little Porter said.

Vicious guessed that the mistress probably asked him to take a bath, so he got up and went straight to the backyard, and the mistress was in the bathroom.

Vicious’s cock became hard. He took off his robe and loincloth, and the mistress couldn’t take her eyes off his penis.

This mistress is obviously a nympho. How did she keep her virginity until yesterday? I really can’t figure it out. I can’t figure it out.

He took off the mistress’s clothes, revealing her graceful body. The nipples on her plump breasts were cherry red, and they were indeed breasts that had never been played with. He squatted down and saw that her labia were pink. As he observed, honey slowly seeped out of her labia, dripping onto the ground, but she was not shy or covered, but let him see it openly. How did the hostess combine the two points of holiness and lasciviousness? Love it! Love it!

There was a wooden bed on the floor of the bathroom. He untied the hostess’s hair, carried her to the bed, and prepared to wash her hair with water.

“Pee.” The hostess said.

Weisius felt a sound of card in his brain. What the hell?

“Pee.” The hostess said again.

“Pee?” Weisius repeated, he learned this word during the day.

Seeing the hostess nod, he pointed to his erect lower body with his finger, and pulled her hair, “Pee?”

The hostess nodded again to confirm.

Okay, this is what you asked for!

Weishisi tied up her hair and wrapped it around his penis. It took a lot of effort to slowly urinate. Then he scratched her scalp and washed her hair under her hands. It was so fucking awkward. The bathroom smelled like urine.

“Water.” said the hostess.

Weissi rinsed her hair with clean water. You know what, her hair was really smoother. Does this mean that he can often ride on the hostess’s head and urinate in the future?

“#%... *” said the hostess, pointing at the small stone mill by the wall.

Weissi didn’t understand. The hostess got up from the bed, put the burnt wood ash next to the small stone mill into the stone mill, and then smeared the ash on her body. He understood now that he could use the wood ash as soap and the urine as shampoo.

The hostess lay down on the small bed again, and Weishisi used water to rub her body with the wood ash.

When Weishisi rubbed her breasts and fiddled with her nipples, the hostess’s eyes seemed to have turned into a pool of spring water. He couldn’t help it, so he climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and gave her an injection to treat her spring disease.

The mistress’s vagina was indeed very tight, and he patiently squeezed inside slowly, spreading her wrinkles one by one. Seeing her moaning with her eyes closed and her mouth open, he felt a sense of conquest in his heart, and a trace of resistance as a slave also subsided. This is the magic of sex.

Punching the mistress with his penis, he made her climax continuously, and her semen flowed. When the passion burst out, he pulled out his penis, shot his semen on the mistress’s belly, and then smeared the semen all over her body. When rubbing her back, his lower abdomen pressed against the mistress’s head, and his penis felt her breath and slowly erected again.

Can’t the mistress give a slave oral sex? Aren’t rules meant to be trampled on?

Weisius held his penis with his hand and pressed it against the mistress’s mouth, but she didn’t open her mouth.

“I love the mistress, the mistress loves me, mistress, eat.” Weisius said.

When he pushed his penis into her mouth again, he went in smoothly, and his teeth scraped the penis. He got another first time for the mistress, and he wanted to get all the first times for the mistress.

“Mistress, ￥%#!” Little Porter said outside the door.

The mistress spit out the penis, got off the bed, and motioned to Vitus to rinse her. He felt a little sorry for not getting the mistress’s first blowjob, and after washing her with water, she walked out.

After Vitus washed himself hastily, he walked out of the bathroom and saw Little Porter wiping the mistress’s body.

The values of the Romans were really different from those two thousand years later. The master was naked in front of the slave, and it seemed that there was no need to be shy. Having sex with slaves seemed to be very common, but they were entangled in the postures during sex, who was active and who was passive.

It was already dark. They spent a lot of time in the bathroom taking a bath, having sex, and entanglement, and then they felt that it was already dark. Isn’t this the feeling of love? When two people are together, they will ignore everything around them.

The oil lamp was lit in the restaurant, and the flickering flames made the hostess’s face look even more beautiful. The hostess pointed at the sofa bed next to where she was lying, indicating that Wei Si could have dinner with her.

He thought of the chopsticks he made, and walked to the front yard to get the chopsticks.

The dinner was very rich, grilled squid, grilled lamb chops, vegetable and fruit noodle soup, bread, fruit, and wine. The hostess had already started eating, and Wei Si sat on the hostess’s sofa bed, sucked her fingers clean with his mouth, cut the grilled squid and grilled lamb chops with a table knife, and used chopsticks to pick them up for her to eat.

The hostess looked very surprised, she didn’t expect that two small wooden sticks could be used like this. Wei Si gave her another pair of chopsticks, and she learned to pick up the dishes from him, but she couldn’t pick them up.

We Wei Si fed the hostess and ate at the same time. At this time, he didn’t know that distributing food was the power of the head of the family, and how many taboos he had violated in this dinner.

After the meal, in front of the oil lamp, Wei Si used a hemp rope to pick the hostess’s teeth. Then he picked up the mistress and walked towards her bedroom. His last goal today was to occupy the mistress’s bed and sleep with her.

“Let’s go to sleep.” Weiss took the oil lamp and said to Little Potter who had followed him all the way.

Little Potter did not leave immediately, but waited for the mistress to nod before leaving. Weiss climbed onto the mistress’s bed and entered her body again to possess her.

Early in the morning, Weiss was woken up by the mistress. He found his robe in the bathroom and put it on.

The mistress also got up, urinated in a pottery jar, and then handed it to Weiss, motioning him to drink it with her hand?

Drink urine? Weiss felt his head stuck again.

“Little Potter.” The mistress called.

“Mistress.” Little Potter ran in.

“￥!#” said the mistress.

Little Potter took the pottery jar from Weiss, drank a sip, and tasted it in his mouth.