Shanna led the column into the fort. Lanterns were lit, hanging from posts around the parade ground. To her surprise, it looked like Anelie had awoken...every person in the place. Cooks, stable boys ... wives.Helmut's wife stood alone, surrounded by her adopted family. The dark haired woman was almost at attention, shoulders back, eyes on the returning soldiers. The other women of the fort were arrayed behind her, silent. Shanna felt tears coming once again. Reining in, she quickly. She was so wet it was unbelievable. She slid one finger between her moist swollen lips and slowly caressed he swollen clitoris. She was lost in the moment when a cough startled her into consciousness. A yard away was stood a tall swarthy looking farm hand, his shirt open to the waist his muscular chest was gleaming with sweat. He wiped his forehead with a red bandana, placed it in his pocket, and then smiled. She was shocked but even more aroused than before. Her dress had ridden up. " I said to Alec. "Watch my wife for a couple of minutes, will you?" "Sure, dude!" He smiled and nodded. "It will be my pleasure!" Thanks." I was not sure I appreciated his tone, but I would be gone for a moment only, there was nothing to worry about.On my way back, I was a bit tired, so I just lay on the sand for a moment to catch my breath.*I woke up in the morning with the sun at my face. I headed back to our camp and arrived just in time to see Sue leaving out tent."Hi stud, weren't you. University of Toronto alumnus, federal policeman, devoted husband and father. Well, he’s a lot more than that. You see, there are people out there born with no conscience whatsoever and they love to torment others. They’re called sociopaths and while psychiatrists and crime shows are obsessed with them, they’re really nothing new. My dad is one of them, and my mom is a normal person as far as I can tell. Most of the time, the offspring of sociopaths fall into two categories. They’re either.