"Jesus," laughed the man now fucking Nan. "She's the hottest slut I ever saw. These married women are the biggest whores. Look at her go."He had taken...his hands from Nan and she was moving up and down on her own. The man that just finished with her pussy stood in front of her."Bitch, you got my cock dirty. Clean it off," he ordered.Nan quickly took it into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue and lips. She continued fucking herself as she sucked his cock clean.Finally he pulled his cock from. Schmidt was doing very well and his girth and smile showed it.He also kept three or four young whores as serving wenches or perhaps he had turned his tavern girls into trollops; I never inquired. All were strong and willing, and the big German hired them out and took their pay, sharing meagerly with the girls I was sure. A flaxen-haired youngster who had done her best to wring me dry, told me that she made only one and six for each man she bedded while I told her Schmidt was charging a crown. She was having dinner with him at his home the next night and couldn’t shake the images she had conjured up during her brief fantasy of him kissing her. The images were making her nervous and distracted and consequently she didn’t notice Nicholas constantly refilling her wine glass and she drank quite a lot. ‘You seem distracted, Victoria. Is anything wrong?’ he asked her near the end of dinner. She turned bright, slightly unfocused eyes to him. ‘No, no, I’m fine,’ she said. He went to help her. There was another, older looking native with a few more feather decorations and tribal paint on his body, saying something to them about his “to’nah”, which I would later learn meant [white slave]. My foggy mind began to clear a little more and I realized from the markings on their bodies that my wife and I may have just found the tribe we were looking for. Or, to be more accurate, it was the Attanawan’s that had found us! I looked around cautiously, just to make sure it was the right.