She never forced me to sit still, she never complained when I talked to much, she never told me to stop thinking and dreaming. Instead of getting anno...ed with all of it she asked me questions, gave me problems or puzzles to solve, paper to write on, building material of every possible kind and a great big garden to roam, sit, lie, dream or build things in. By the time I was sixteen, everything was pretty great, until I found out the truth about me, the truth about my mother. Learning that. Then one day four Bulgars came into the Rus camp carrying heavy leather bags. The Jarl Rus spoke with them and called out to the horn blower. When we slaves heard the horn we knew to assemble in the newest great house.Several Rus men came in and took their slave wives to pallets and began fucking them. We slaves and the fucking was meant to be a distraction to the Bulgars. We were told that in their society fucking was only done in private and they were distracted by seeing public. She turned more, reached back, and pulled the panties aside exposing her pussy to me. Her finger moved seductively up and down along her slit slowly parting her labia. I was spellbound watching this event unfold before my eyes and my cock had hardened uncomfortably in my pants. She hooked her fingers in the panties, and pulled them down to her knees and wiggled until they were lying in a pile next to her.I was unable to move, completely stupefied; her pussy lips were freckled and her pussy was. I heard her give a little chuckle, then she stood up, reached back, and released her bra. She turned around, and I finally got to see those gorgeous breasts & nipples. They stood out like erasers, and the area around them was a pretty, petite, pale-pink circle.There was something that Kaitlynn liked about showing off her body. She gave him a final ‘twirl’ and then, taking his hands, she placed one on each breast. Again, Kaitlynn was pleasantly surprised, as he cupped and kneaded her.