**** Duncan sensed Helen’s presence before she emerged from the hallway. Holding himself still he bathed his senses in the wonder of this woman he h...d known for such a short time. But it didn’t seem short, when he was around her she enveloped him and her essence became part of him. It seemed he had been reborn the morning he met her. As she stood in the moonlight his eyes captured her beauty. Her breasts were so perfect, not as proud as they must have been many years ago, still they could be. Fighting Hawk rose silently and offered his hand to help Swift Pony up. With his injured leg he didn't refuse the help. When Swift Pony looked at Fighting Hawk he saw nothing in his eyes, they were lifeless pools of steel gray death. He felt the tightly controlled anger radiate from Fighting Hawk and he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He knew that he didn't want to be any of the men that Fighting Hawk was going after. Fighting Hawk softly whispered, "Go to them and tell them not to come. It's probably been ten years at least. Am I correct?" Christopher managed to slur out a quiet "yes" without looking up. "One of the big differences between free men and slaves, as you may know, is that slaves of all ages are spanked and disciplined in a variety of ways on a regular basis throughout their lives. A typical male slave from his teen years through his 40's is either spanked or face slapped several times a week. But you need to know that because you are to be employed by both the. She was ready for her new found victim now. Her firm ass swayed back and forth as she approached the sexy young student. She pretended to trip and fell right into the shelf. “Oh are you alright. The rugs in here aren’t safe at all.” She explained to Sasha. “Hun I’m ok. I tend to be a little clumsy at times.” The beautiful girl gave her a flirtatious smile and helped her put the books back onto the shelf. Sasha smiled back and brushed her huge tits across the student’s back. She turned around a.