Toga Party Fun Well-sounded like a bit of fun a roman style toga party, could be interesting she thought as she went to work that morning. Now standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing more that what equated to a bed sheet, with a belt attached she was not so sure. But she had promised to go so she would have to. My big mouth strikes again never mind. The setting was pretty luxurious mind you a top hotel, that catered for all kind of theme party’s. She got out of the lift and a tall well-developed coloured guy asked her for her invite, no problem at all I have it hear she said and handed him the invitation, did his hand linger on hers a little longer than necessary, as he took the invitation. She wondered why she had such a thing for black guys. God behave your self-woman or you will get turned on. She entered the main party room and noticed all the food on tables round the out side And doors leading off the room at least 15 or more, She wondered where they led. Hey Gillian glad you made it, interrupted her thoughts. It was the party’s host. Look at the set up can you believe it, they even supply coloured guys and women in togas as well as well slaves supposedly. To cater for our, every whim. Mmm every whim thought Gillian could be interesting. Stop it girl behave your self she laughed inwardly to her self. The doors round the sides of the room lead off to private, room so you can be fed grapes and so forth of you own personal slave, Ok costs £10.0 an Hour but what the hell makes a special night of it. You want to see them one of them couches with no end or sides on and cushions everywhere, sort of like a sheiks tent. I am going to get pampered in one of them later, May try it my self as well-said Gillian. Well you got to book in advance, never mind then. Soo presuming you may fancy a pamper I did for you as well, your in from 10-30 – 11-30 room five. So as the night progressed Gillian drank wine and more wine and really relaxed into the party mood. She had picked her slave out for her pampering session, and was just about to enter the room, when she noticed the guy from the door was working the room now. She caught his eye and he came across and asked can I service you in any way madam. Her mind was in turmoil the thoughts of how he could service her; yes he could service her so well she was sure of that. She told him to come into the room with her, she laid out on the chaise langue, and he fed her grapes. Its hot in here he said would the lady permit me to remove my toga I am partially robed underneath so there will be no embarrassment. She readily gave permission for him to disrobe. His body was fantastic muscular and developed but not like a body builder. Would the lady like a massage? Gillian hesitated for a split second before answering please. The slave asked her to roll over and he would massage her back for her. She readily rolled on her front and he started to gently massage her back and shoulders. His touch was so soft and gently and she felt her self relax, but at the same time she was getting very turned on as well. His hand moved down on to her legs and calf’s, His hand was straying under her toga, and up, her thighs. She moaned with pleasure as his hang ever so briefly brushed her buttocks. He immediately stopped and removed his hands I am very, very sorry, that was an accident I promise you. Gillian turned on her side and told him its ok honestly. It was then she noticed his erection, the seams on his loincloth was stretched to bursting point. She smiled him. At that moment the there was a knock and the door opened and a guy in a red toga entered the room. Gillian recognised him, as she had been introduced to him earlier. The manager explained it was only a check to make sure she was happy with the service she was receiving. Well to be honest I haven’t been serviced yet she said, with a wicked smile. But if you two were offering it would be nice. The managers locked the door and removed his toga and loin cloth, her original slave removed his as well she was taken aback at the size of these guys members. The original slave took her hand and raised her off the chaise langue; he gently disrobed her and removed her panties.