The Baron, charged with protecting them in exchange for taxes, had failed them. Since peasants ... and there were no doubts that they were peasants ..... were not allowed to possess weapons, the Baron's failure had left them at the mercy of the Swedes. The Swedes had lacked mercy of any kind.There was a violence in those times that was unimaginable to the modern mind. By today's standards, pillaging a village and ravaging its occupants was a war crime. In those days, it was just part and parcel. Her chest rising up and down as her body tried to keep up with her state of uncontrolled lust.Dawn's sensual moans killed me. They were sexier, rawer and more whorish than I could have ever had imagined. I watched her body flex, rock and buck to his tongue. Her lithe limbs spread in total submission to her stud.Not even in my darkest dreams could I wish to have Dawn in such a vulnerable position. I only ever imagined missionary or with Dawn riding me so I could see her face... But my favourite. "I was struggling to concentrate on my work. Thankfully Ms KC Rider had gone out for the afternoon to see the manager of another office, another bitter, middle-aged woman, whom the guys thought was K C's submissive lesbian lover. Thankfully this was only office gossip, because I couldn't cope with the thought of those her enjoying any form of sex!My phone flashed, as I sipped my coffee, "You know you want to, I can see your nipples poking out!" I looked down. He was right; my nipples were. "You guys look pretty cozy for the evening,"Gwen and Cat had been planning for this shoot Gwen wanted for a while, and Gwen and I had been getting it on casually for longer than that. Casual more than just one night stands sort of thing, whenever it seemed like a good idea. She was my all time favorite lab tech, period.The Cat settled back against me and I wrapped my arms around her. Gwen was comfortable on the stool leaning back on the towels on the wall rack. She picked up the little brass.