Not by blood.’ ‘More by practice.’ Warren put in helpfully. ‘And name. Her last name, Gitano, is basically Spanish for Romani.’ ‘Huh. Roma...i la inima, apoi.’ Draga said to herself. ‘Romani at heart,’ she translated quickly. Maria arched an eyebrow, but smiled. ‘Maybe you teach me some of that sometime.’ Draga nodded. ‘Shall we teach the wagon girl to shoot before dinner?’ Warren asked. Leer gave Draga a smile she wasn’t sure she liked. ‘Got those earplugs handy?’ Leer and Warren had done a. A big tattooed nordic looking guy was fucking a tiny redheaded girl in the ass on what looked like a butcher block table. Both were completely naked. The girl was bound, arms underneath her behind her back and ankles strapped to her thighs, knees in the air and toes pointed to the ground.“I guess the show started already,” said my nameless guide.Around the room, men and women watched as the couple in the middle fucked to the pounding rhythm. Like Janice and her slave, these people wore leather,. I finally found my words. ‘And you were supposed to be sober.’ Neither of us laughed. We were both staring intently into each other’s eyes. I felt lost. I didn’t know what to do. Should I get up and pretend that I didn’t feel him against me, pretend that a part of me that I didn’t know even existed stirred and became aroused when I felt him growing harder against my body? Or should I just not do anything and wait for him to make a response? I was lost in what to do. Luckily, I didn’t have to. Then I realize that Lena has Eve on speakerphone. They are talking about sex again. This reminds me that if I was home, Eve and I would be having the Xmas mid-morning bonk we had planned. Eve is thinking the same thing. "Yes, tell me about the waiting for sex thing", Lena replies, "not like I ever have do that." "You can warm him up for me if you like, its Christmas after all." "What, fuck him?" "I was thinking more of a hug, but go ahead, fuck him if you like." "He might not want.