The servant who entered the hall bowed and froze in anticipation of orders.

“Prepare us a light snack, Jeremy,” Helen said. “We’ll rest for a while.”

Jeremy bowed again and disappeared into the narrow opening. Soon a slight smell of roasted meat and baked potatoes spread around the house, which made the rumbled in the stomach of the slave.

- Now let's have a snack and go to sleep. Tomorrow we all have a lot to do.

During the voyage on the schooner, Dan and other girls quickly learned to use cutlery. With undisguised curiosity, Jeremy watched from his own corner, like a black woman, whom he considered savage from the very beginning, deftly wielding a knife and fork, not yielding to the lady herself in dexterity. Helene, quite smiling, watched the slave eat, leisurely sending small pieces of meat to her pretty mouth and washing them down with diluted wine, holding the glass with two fingers.

“Prepare a room for the maid,” the lady said to the servant.

“Everything is ready,” said Jeremy with a bow, “Your slave’s room is next to yours, madam.”

“Thank you,” Helen bowed her head slightly, “And don't call Dan a slave.” She is my servant.

“I see, madam,” the servant bowed again.

Dana's bedroom turned out to be quite spacious and cozy, although from the furniture there was only a small wardrobe in which clothes were already laid out and hung, a small square table with curved legs and an ordinary bed on which the girl noticed a long white shirt.

“You will wear it for the night,” Helen explained, “In order not to sleep naked.” And in the corner there is a wash basin and a jug of water. Do you remember how I taught you at “Juno”?

“Yes, madam,” Dana nodded her head.

- Then good night, - the hostess kissed the girl on the forehead and left the room.

That night Dana could not sleep. She tossed for a long time, sat on the bed, then got up and looked out the window for a long time. She was anxious at heart, but the girl could not explain what caused this alarm. In the silence of the night in front of her gaze, the tearful face of her sister, the flames and the huge waves of the sea lapping a small boat appeared in an incomprehensible way.

Suddenly, behind the wall there was a quiet, drawn-out moan. After some time, he repeated with a vengeance. Dana grabbed a large handkerchief, which the lady had presented to her, threw it over her shoulders and slipped out of the room on tiptoe.

The door to the hostess’s bedroom was ajar, and the maid, trying not to creak the door, slipped into the room. On a wide bed in a pile of pillows lay Mrs. Helen. She was completely naked. The thick mop of her golden hair fanned out, her eyes were wide open, but her eyes were clouded. Delicate velvet skin was shiny with sweat.

Dana saw her hostess naked more than once when she helped her to dress or take a bath, but now she could not take her eyes off her mistress. She was struck by the perfection of form, the sharpness of the lines of the body. Large full breasts evenly heaved with every breath. Large nipples, the size of a string bean, stuck out like small beads; every muscle was visible on a flat stomach. Strong hips divorced in the sides of amazingly slender legs were striking in their beauty.

Helen laid her hand on her chest and massaged her nipple while the fingers of her other hand caressed the crotch, while breathing intermittently and moaning. Quickly throwing off her nightgown, the girl climbed onto the bed and lay between the legs of the hostess, facing the opened pinkish slit that had already moisturized. Removing her hand, the girl spread her fingers big lips of the female organ and pressed her lips to it.

Her soft hot tongue ran along the inner sides of the thighs, described the arc around the excited mink and began to penetrate into the heated bosom with gentle gentle shocks.Raising the hood of the condensed clitoris, the slave began to gently stroke it, barely touching the delicate skin with the pads of her slender fingers.

Helen breathed more often, and a strangled cry escaped from her throat, then another. Her body arched in an arc, and a strong convulsion shook him from the heels to the very top. Dana dug into the crotch of the hostess and began to drink juice, which began to stand out in abundance from the heated gap.

- Ltd! - the lady moaned and fell exhaustedly on the bed.

Dana, licking her bosom, like a little black snake, slipped to her shoulder and lay down beside her, hugging the body of her mistress. Her small thin handle felt the hemisphere of her chest, which had not yet withdrawn from excitement, and her fingers, squeezing her nipple easily, began to pull at it. Her plump wet sponges captured the second nipple, and the tongue slid along it, exciting and teasing the woman's scorched body.

The second wave of orgasm covered Helen so unexpectedly that she almost lost her senses. Catching her breath, she turned her head and saw the big eyes of a slave glistening with happiness. Unable to restrain herself, Mrs. grabbed the head of a black woman and began to shower her dark face with passionate hot kisses. Dana grabbed her mistress by the neck, their lips joined, and a long, protracted kiss seized them.

- Where did you learn this? - breathing heavily, asked Helen.

“In our village, all the girls know how to do this,” the slave chuckled.

- Do you have a thriving lesbian love? - the mistress lifted on her elbow.

“I don’t know what kind of love you are talking about, madam,” Dana laughed. “But when a girl turns into a girl, a ceremony takes place during which the elders determine who this girl will become in life. But whoever she became, she is sent to the old Lugunie, the sorceress of our tribe. And for seven days and nights she teaches a girl to be such affection.

- Why is this? And what is this rite?

- rite of passage? - the maid hesitated, - Well, when parents notice that the sheets turned pink in the morning, they tell the elders. Those arrange a ceremony during which the father of this girl, if he is, and if not, the closest male relative, picks up a rod carved from ivory and resembles that of every man, and inserts this girl between feet. If she screams, then the leader, along with the elders, decides that such a girl after marriage will be only the keeper of the hearth. That is, she will manage the household, have children, cook and obey her husband in everything and never argue with him. And if the girl does not make a sound, she is offered a choice of a spear and a bow. A spear is a warrior. Bow - hunter. And with her husband, such a girl will also have her voice. I chose a spear, and my sister chose a bow and arrows.

“I didn’t understand,” Helen shook her head. “Why, then, does this girl girl take her to her?”

- Lugunya? Well, how? Nature can not be fooled. Sometimes there are desires that are very difficult to overcome. And before marriage with a man can not go to bed. It was then that there are girlfriends, older sisters, mothers.

“Strange customs,” the woman concluded.

“Your customs also seem strange to us sometimes,” the girl replied.

- This is what?

- And you will not be offended, madam?

- No, I will not be offended.

- Slavery! - Dana carefully looked at her mistress.

“You're right, girl,” Helen sighed heavily, “Just come on, let's not argue now, but let's sleep.”

They hugged tight and soon slept sweetly, hugging each other.

***

Chris m Saburo practiced in the backyard when Zizi looked in.

“The young gentleman will not be angry,” she said with a smile, “Should I sit here a little?”

- No offense, - wiping sweat from his face, the young man replied.

The mulatto sat down on a small stump and began to watch her master's exercises in all eyes. Saburo showed the guy self-defense techniques, which, as he explained, should be perfected by a warrior. “Tell me, Saburo-san,” Chris asked during a short break. “What is this fight called?”

“Judo,” the tutor answered shortly. “What does it mean ...”