No man. No sex. Night dreams with wetness and need. Her focus was on fingers, tight asses, lips, and cocks. She fretted on her emptiness and the night...are of loneliness. She woke dissatisfied. The daily chores for her parent’s teepee were brief, a mere public presence not suited for flirting with warriors.The weather broke today, so she ventured out far afield after completing her normal duties. Hawks drifted on a light breeze. The sun warmed the ground and brightened the winter camp. Women. The killers' attempt failed. Duncan disposed of the one on the right in short order. The other exchanged a series of lightning fast thrusts and parries with the Highlander before Duncan's blade slipped past the other man's guard and he fell soundlessly to the floor.Duncan's gaze followed his sword point around the room. Fitz stood over the pair of attackers who had charged him. The woman was wiping the bloody tip of her blade on the ruffled doublet of the man who had turned to deal with. I p-promise I won’t tel-AIiYEEEEEE-OWWW!” Emily begins to beg but Brian grabs one of her nipples and pulls and twists it.“Shut up fucktoy! You will only speak when given permission, and you will always and only address me as sir or master! Is that understood!?” Brian states,“Owwowowww-yess yess! Y-yes sir! I understand! OWWOWW!”“Who understands!?” Brian continues to pull on her nipple,“Aiiyee-oww-owwwwowww!! Y-your f-fuck toy!” Emily says, defeated, wanting him to stop hurting her. Her eyes. He remembered going up to Connie's apartment the previous evening to help her hang some pictures. One thing had led to another and before he knew it they were going at like rabbits right on the kitchen table. He loved the way Mrs. Heinemann grunted each time he hit bottom on her cervix. She reminded him of his sister Francine's girlfriend Veronica who had stayed at their house for his sister's sweet sixteen party last July. Veronica was seventeen now and going to nursing school over at Saint.