But my own band will follow me to the North. We may hunt with the Lakota this summer."Jim smiled."This is a relief to me."Roman Nose nodded."Safe trav...ls, English Jim!" Safe travels and good hunting!" Jim returned.Roman Nose rejoined his band and together they headed away from the trail and to the South. Jim fervently hoped they would be smart enough to avoid Chivington's Volunteer Cavalry."He really is your friend," Raven remarked. "He honored you with his gift. These are the claws of a great. But I guess this is no longer a fantasy for me, right Mike?? I finished, as we both laugh.?I guess you are right sweetie. But tell me about others,? he responded.?Another favorite would be to double the first one, if you know what I mean?(nothing would be more exciting that sucking a cock while being fucked from behind). How about being sexually abused by a whole bunch of men (not quite a rape)? Some bondage, maybe? Or having to please my master by doing whatever he commanded in front of. Fuck!The message read:Servants do not eat at the main table. Bring your breakfast tray out and set it up between the two men. You will kneel there and eat your meal.How humiliated could she get tonight, she wondered.She grabbed the breakfast tray, folded down its one-foot high legs. Then she added the plates to it and carried it out to the table.Jon and Joe were in a hushed conference when she came into the room. They quickly broke it up and watched her as she came back.She could feel the dam. Just for different reasons. We...” Helen searched for words. “Go a while in-between seeing each other, Leonard. He’s sorta my idea of ‘a bad boy.’ But when we DO, Leonard...”“So, that special name he gave you?”Helen was still lost in the thought she’d trailed away from, realized what Whyte had asked, and sighed dreamily.“I’m his little Cursed Lotus, yes.”Whyte laughed, then finished his note. Helen took it back to the couch to smoke and read. After a while, she set it down.“Leonard.” Contessa.