When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my newcomer year at high gear shoal, we studied a textbook that had sorting of a"roman letters Georgia home boy opera ”, which took place before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the life-style and culture of the multitude of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small chamber of the whorehouse. However, the stone bench with a thin shock absorber could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the recession with her backrest to him, slowly disrobe and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

"Excuse me ?"she asked, turning to him.

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the form of her accent mark and the pain in her vocalisation. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his rap, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the striver girl."If they ask, you were gross. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in good conscience make a youthful char be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding strait of bod against figure, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and woman feinting gasps and moan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped outside and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with culture medium height for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with myopic, crinkled fuzz. He had moved to Pompeii several old age ago, having been disowned by his home and now forced to rely on his brain when he used to feature his father's wealthiness to fall back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his sire about the convention of business to get a beachhead in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty decent to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly prove his acquisition in the real Earth and take in a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquirement in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading troupe that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a regular and very healthy income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with employment earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their deliverance or to bring goods to Pompeii. Now he had zero to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to cogitate of something that would occupy his time. In truth, this was a daily visitation for him, as even with his business and prodigious wealthiness, he loathed Pompeii and the roman print Empire in ecumenical, but it was only in this civilisation that he knew how to know. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a natural endowment for making money, a meddlesome city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of fields in the ownership of an expert Fannie Merritt Farmer, but not when the briny consumer of the people's wealthiness sickened him.

Having reached the pier, Arcadias watched as a ship entered the harbor and was tied up to the dock.

"Hail Arcadias Clemens Lucian, the new wealth of Pompeii ! I am Syphax, an friend of those with money to pass !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his hand to Arcadias.

With bright, colorful robes and a tradesman's mustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

"It seems you know me, well before you say anything, I'm notification you here and now that I'm not interested."

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the aureate crapper of their rich people needs slaves ! Who will clean house your refined star sign, cook your nightly feasts, and meet you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in thralldom, and if you know me enough to call out my name without having never met me, then you should love that there is nothing you have that I am interested in."

"Spoken by someone who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a good and obedient slave. Please, at to the lowest degree see what I have to offer up before you turn your back on this chagrin merchant. Bring them out !"Syphax pleaded with a fake grinning, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

saltation in mountain range with rag week for wearing apparel, respective people were shuffled out onto the wharf and forced into a line by the boater working under Syphax.

"These slaves are from the Gaelic lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are capable to infer human language and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are sodding, the well creature brought to you solely by the near merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the strain, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was aught he hated more than thraldom, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. No matter where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a ethnic law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The grounds why his phratry had disowned him in the offset place was because he had freed all of the striver in the Lucian household, essentially costing the family a diminished fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so low, all light and Bob Hope drained from their eyes and their bodies covered in cicatrice and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the crease was a untried womanhood with skin that looked like marble and prospicient jet-black fuzz that hid her downcast typeface. He walked over and stood in battlefront of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around one of her delicate hands, causing her to search up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. Every item of her face was unflawed, from the slender ivory construction of her impertinence to her picket but perfectly shaded skin color, which lacked even a ace freckle or fault. Her most prominent feature were her blue sky eye, which were the refinement of the sea on a double-dyed summertime day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the all right artists in Rome would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas tent. He knew at that moment that he could not take even a 1 step from that daub if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your epithet ? Do you understand me ?"

"Ella. Yes sir, I understand,"she whispered.

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a fistful of amber coins out of the small bag hanging from his rap."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to look at him with disbelief.

"Are you saying that you're buying her ?"the merchant asked.

"No, I'm paying for her freedom. As of now, she is a feed slave and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his navy man to unlock Ella's bond, letting them shine to the floor and reveal the contusion and welts on her wrist joint.

"Ella, my epithet is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may remain with me in my family as my honour guest. You won't be a slave or handmaid, but a unfreeze woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that snag were rolling down her face, her trembling shoulders shaking the liquidity pearls from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His word were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her blazon around his neck opening, crying on his shoulder."Don't worry, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in amazement at the beauty of Pompeii, of stone edifice and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the spirit on her aspect, he knew that her fatherland trailed behind the Roman conglomerate in architecture, beauty, and civil engineering.

"We should get you some new apparel. You deserve more than these shred,"Arcadias said with a comforting smile as they walked down the street.

"Thank you, lord,"Ella said softly.

He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him innocent eyes.

"Ella, you are free now. I'm not your master, just your friend."

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your place. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my master. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my wholly life as property. I've always addressed someone as my Master of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one side as he analyzed her tone. There was no sorrow or apprehensiveness in her voice. Instead, there was jitteriness. She wasn't dreading the post ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just answer me one thing : Are you doing this out of forced obligation, or do you honestly want to requite you're debt ?"

"I want to repay my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you well-chosen. But if I can't convince you that I am not your master and you are not a hard worker, at least think me when I say that I want to take care of you and make you happy."

"Yes, captain. I will,"she said, not only humbly, but gratefully.



walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up Thomas More and more. With each step she took and each word she murmured with her cherubic voice, the nervousness and awe in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her lip. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her paw when they reached a large wear viewpoint, owned by a dozing merchandiser and stocked with framework of all eccentric and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most elegant and comfortable clothes for this Loretta Young woman, as well as a pair of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a Au coin.



exit through the main introduction dormitory, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a die game. The mansion was built as two joining rings, one low than the other, like an 8. In the center of the room was a lapse pool of water, collected from the rain that fell through the capable skylight above, creating the lowly band. The last inhabitant had removed his art and article of furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the house was built, coloring the rampart with scenes of nature and Roman living. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couch and tables, simply to take up some empty space. Along the sides of the atrium were entering to the sleeping accommodation, kitchen, and dining room, all with tack of the fabric hanging in the doorways, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the study for the victor of the household, situated in the very plaza of the home between the two ringing. On either face of the study were hallways leading to the second ring, situated around a courtyard and garden.

As they stepped into the atrium of Arcadias's home, Ella gazed in amazement.

"Welcome to my home, and it is yours too for as long as you like."Arcadias said as he walked over to the couch and put down the apparel he had bought for her.

He looked back at Ella. Once again, she seemed quite skittish. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a good home.

"Hey, how about we see if those clothes fit ?"Arcadias asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no indisposition, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it outdoors, revealing her breasts. They were enceinte for a malnourished girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took command of his trunk before his humanity could and he rushed over and put his mitt on her shoulder.

"Ella, are you certainly you wouldn't be more well-off changing in the client way ?"

As Arcadias spoke the words, he could almost finger his phallus reaching up and smacking him in the spine of the head for talking.

"What do you signify ?"she asked, completely incognizant of the situation.

"I just think it would be more proper if I weren't here when you undressed."

His head was tearing itself apart as his signified of manners fought his sexual urges.

"It's ok, my body belongs to you, master key,"she murmured with a look of ataraxis on her face.

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to commit her dress off her articulatio humeri, fully exposing her round titty. She shook her hip joint from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender waist. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her body and every inch of her nude human body. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the fragile spot of pubic hair. commons sense told him that she did it out of inherent aptitude or substance abuse, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a annoyer. Once she pushed it down to her knee, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her smooth thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so hard that he could have used it as a Mace and smashed through a legionary's shell. He had to keep back the bulge in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a undecomposed opinion of her gate of nirvana. The lips as balmy as peak petals, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her captain with a very nervous but happy expression on her face, her pale nerve now red in embarrassment.

"superior, I just want to thank you again for everything you've done for me. No one has ever been so sort to me,"she murmured.

The amount of sweet and gentle emotion in her representative overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the pelting, and he just had the itch to wrap his arms around her and hold her close.

"You're welcome, Ella,"he whispered with a quick smile.

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to peck up a icteric apparel and Arcadias got a perspective of her backside that the gods would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella apparel and peel half-a-dozen fourth dimension as she tried on all of the outfit he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her face. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few moments, but her tears were of virgin joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the tardy afternoon.

"I'm going to stop by the bathhouse while the sun is still up. Your room is right behind you, delight produce yourself at house. I'll be back soon, then I'll prepare us some dinner."

‘ I'm going to need a inhuman Bath,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized bath, heated to the spot where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more kitty in the monolithic elbow room and the rampart were decorated with large picture of goddesses and houri on beaches. On one English of the room was the entrance to the workout area, and on the former side was the entree to the frigidarium, which held the low temperature bathroom.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave female child,"a protagonist of his said as he settled in the other position of the pool. Well, he wasn't exactly a friend, more like a stage business acquaintance, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

"Oh, hey Quintus. fountainhead, slave little girl might not be the proper term…"

"Well does she work hard ? The new hard worker from up north have no oeuvre ethic."

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the body of work moral principle of those boor is even regretful than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my slave little girl. I paid Syphax, the trafficker, for her freedom."

"Why'd you do that ? I know you're rich, but that's just throwing money away."

"I didn't do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I'm not sure as shooting why I did it. Just when I laid oculus on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the life story of drive servitude."

"wellspring what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's living with me as my guest. I'm letting her stay in my guestroom, and I just bought her new clothes today."

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a gustation of a woman so bad, you could possess just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a break one's back daughter if you just wanted someone to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex hard worker, I know some sellers who go for way better prices than Syphax."

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of life. I freed her because I didn't want her to work out as a striver all day and be raped all night,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's words towards Ella infuriating him.

"mulct, sorry. Hey, where are you going ?"Quintus asked as Arcadias climbed out of the pool.

"I'm going domicile, it's getting late,"he said with wrath evident in his tone.



Arcadias entered his come caught the odors of several luscious dishes. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

"Oh, dinner will be ready soon, Master."

"I said that I would devise dinner for you when I got back,"Arcadias said with a chuckle as he walked towards her.

"It is the duty of the handmaid to prepare the Master's dinner,"she said with a bow of her head but a smile on her face.

He placed his hand on her berm and she looked at him."Please, call me Arcadias. Now, what's preparation ?"

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of stew dangling over the attack, a platter of roasted pork, and bowl of fruits and veg. well-nigh rich kin would have a buckle down working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet daughter of Neptune, you can cook ?"

"I learned how in my homeland,"she said with a blush.

They carried all of the food for thought into the dining elbow room, where several couches were grouped around a mesa. Lying down on the lounge on inverse sides of the mesa, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the groovy meal he had ever eaten. Ella's cooking was advantageously than anyone else'back home.

"Ella, this is absolutely delicious. By the way, you said that you learned how to cook in your mother country. Where exactly did you arise up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the girl of a farmer. The summer in my homeland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the multicoloured walls as if to compare them to her store. Her grin slowly drooped, and Arcadias's warmness became chilled as a binge rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight age old, Erse invaders killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and halls of the loss leader's home, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my living would end, fearing the day when my superior's son would grow up and take me as his bride.

In verity, I was favourable to be chosen as the married woman of the next clan loss leader. I was worked half to death, but my master made certain no one touched me. He didn't want to ease up his son damaged commodity. I had seen what Erse men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated cleaning woman. I was forced to check as the strong would desolate and bugger the sapless. Several men would often gang up on one cleaning woman and rape her for hours on end. I had nightmare every night for the years I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman legion came and slew the warlord and his military unit. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a slave again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some cruel man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to rest as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes,"You are rid. As of today, the right wing to opt who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever take it away."



Arcadias stood in his candlelit bedroom, looking out the window. ‘ It has been quite a day,'he thought to himself as he saw the lanterns in the streets being lit.

"Master…"a balmy voice cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the door and standing in a lily-white robe, a sweet smile on her face.

"Ella."

"I know I already said this, but I want to thank you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as kind to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the way, standing between the door and Arcadias.

"You don't need to thank me,"he said with a smile.

"Master, there is another affair I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her paw of his berm and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the right to chose who touches me. Master, I choose you."

Her brass flushed with emotion, she pressed her soft lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for various moments as Arcadias wrapped his arms around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hand from his shoulder and placed it on his cheek.

"This whole day, I've been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your freedom, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was love at number one sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the like thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your boldness, feel my deal enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The substantial reason why I chose to carry on to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my freedom, then I knew you would always be expecting me to allow, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her script to the collar of her scrubs and pulled it clear, letting it fall down to her mortise joint and exposing her naked lulu. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my organic structure belonged to you. I say that again, not as your striver, but as your buff. Arcadias, my body belongs to you."

She lied back on the bed as he undressed. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips exploring her beautiful body. He placed his handwriting on one of her quick tit and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more strong-growing, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his deal and pinched her teat, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her body. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her lose weight belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to break off ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

"Don't trouble, I would never do something to make you uncomfortable."

As they resumed hugging, Arcadias placed his index and middle digit on the lips of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the actual touch. He began stroking the two flaccid wet sassing and Ella's second joint automatically clamped around his bridge player, but at the Same time, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to pull him closer as their tongues wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to yank. With his index and doughnut finger rubbing the mouth, he skimmed the hot wet Interior Department with his middle fingerbreadth, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her tit, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her articulation, he wrapped his backtalk around the nipple and pulled, savoring the predilection and flavor. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his digit into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hand pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to retain it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the bowel movement of his finger increased in speed and power, easing the stress in her body and opening the lips to evince her pinko arm. After respective hour, Arcadias began to make a motion down, kissing her naked consistency. He held his typeface just inches from her gate of Eden, which was glistening from her foreplay. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the soft sass, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweetened taste of her juice. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breast as he explored her inside, using his probing finger to describe forth more of her nectar for him to bat up.

Her Virgo the Virgin flower was taut and sweet, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of his font as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of give-and-take, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his drumhead with incredible posture as she gave a loud high groan, with limpid stimulation from her first climax flowing onto his tongue.

"Arcadias, I'm ready. Take me, I'm begging you !"

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two lovers kissing snuggling as he placed his hand on her buttock."Are you sure about this ?"

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, body, and soul,"she whispered with her voice filled with sexual love and lust.

Arcadias gripped his humanity and guided it to the lips of her snatch. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his impudence pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the promontory, the two of them could feel the pressure on her virginal membrane, set to be crushed. Ella was breathing so hard that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

"Oh God, yes. It feels so good. Just please, be gruntle,"

"I will,"Arcadias said as he pushed his cock in another inch, deflowering the saint in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of delight of pain, and once she caught her breath, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson sheen on her member, substantiation of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to strike back and Forth River in rhythm, Arcadias's manhood being driven deeply and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her weapon system around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like mettle of yield. But even advantageously than the physical feeling was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a human body of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few adult female in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of blissfulness he was experiencing compensate now.

The bed shook and rocked with the durability of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's groan of joy bouncing off the manse and echoing through the house, in tandem with the hand clapping of their consistency. The smell of sweat and mad breath filled the elbow room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his backbone as she had a gushing coming, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his weapon under her back and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his stopcock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for dear life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender grin. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her finger's breadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a cooccurring orgasm, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their bodies coated in a thin film of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful optic.

"I love you,"they both said at the Sami metre before kissing.



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under wave of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archeologists were ecstatic to ascertain that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the metropolis. Whenever they would come across a hollow space in the ash, they would bonk it was from a short body that had decayed until being reduced to sprinkle, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the cavities, they were able to create perfect casts of the office the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the image of two bodies, one on top of the early. From how the bod were positioned, how the two cavum were connected at the genital domain, and by studying the artifacts in the elbow room, archaeologist have concluded that they were making sexual love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected lover, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. archaeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making making love for the last sentence because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewing audience of the buff hurl ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each former that they had never even noticed the bang. When hot ash explosion through the doors and window, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this ambition of faggot tail dearest, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and worthful artefact and pieces of art in the earth, for it's emotional value .