Hunting, fishing, saddlery, harvesting, planting ... stuff like that, belong to the male and he can designate who gets to keep it when he dies."Everyt...ing else belongs to, is owned by, the women: Houses, barns, lands, stock, victuals and children pass through the female to females. If we ever get to a "marrying" point, things might change, but I doubt it. It's not the women who want and need marriage. It's the men. It's an ownership issue."You people elected me, a woman, to be Chief. I'd like. Society may frown on what she was about to do, but Aria’s bottom was due. The teenager would have to accept it. She found herself upended over “A’s” knee and getting spanked.It was a hard lesson for her to learn and a comeuppance she would never forget! Her spanking had gone farther than she could ever imagine which caused her fleshy bottom to churn in circles. Her pride evaporated with each tear she shed and her cheekiness was swatted away by an endless barrage of eye opening butt busting. “Goat fucker...”The Arab turned. The words seemed to come from the woman who was strung up.“Did you say something?” he asked.“Yes,” the woman replied taking a deep breath, “I was just saying that what do you want with Victoria when all your kind normally just fuck goats. Or little boys!”“How rude!” said an affronted Panties King.The Sheikh ignored him and walked back over to where Barbara was hanging.He gazed intently into her eyes. She met his stare, taking in what an ugly face he had with a. Can you do that a little more before we fuck?”Ivy hummed a sexy “umm humm” and slid her lips to the base of Tim’s cock. She knew he would cum quickly if she kept that up, so she used her lips and tongue on his scrotum while using her fingers on his shaft. In her experience, there was no such thing as too slow or too light a touch to give maximum pleasure while delaying a man’s orgasm. When Tim started thrusting in her hand, Ivy rolled off the sofa and knelt on the carpet on her knees and elbows.