Fallon of Hartshorn Hill is the Third of this Series. Evan of Hartshorn Hill is the Fourth of this Series. Avalon of Hartshorn Hill is the Fifth of th...s Series. * * * * * Gregor had been born a slave. Usually when you are born a slave, you never know your parents. Slave babies are sent to the slave nursery until they are old enough to perform simple household chores. But Gregor’s mother had been Druesha, a favorite of Lord Hartshorn. Although she was not allowed to keep him with her, Druesha. She tolerated my attack for a moment or two, but then she pushed me away with a laugh. "Be careful how hard you bite me," she teased. "If you bite me, I bite back," she warned."I was following your lead," I suggested, with a glance at my own chest.With a head shake and a smile, she leaned in and let her teeth scrape my skin again. She gave me another challenging look and said, "When I bite you, you'll know you've been bitten."Her eyes held mine as she nibbled her way down my body. My teasing. How fulfilled was she?What new experiences had she gained from all that sex?Sex, sex and more sex. Sure she learned how to handle three dicks in her body at once. Sure she had tried every single sex position there was. Was that the extent of her knowledge? Even now, if she had been able to keep a relationship with her children, if they came to her to get her advice, what could she advise them on? What life experiences did she have, what 'wisdom' had she gleaned from her life experience could. I shook myself and lowered my gaze. Sickened by the way I was acting.Tom I saw the disappointment then, like she had been a christian and was now atheist, like she had lost faith in herself. I felt terrible for one instant but it wouldn't stick which made me angry. I loved her being here, now, with her scent and her body. I could feel her confusion and her arousal making me hotter now than ever. All i wanted was to grab her to me and hold us together so it would feel like we had never been.