I was in charge of planting and of harvesting what the grant produced. This old Indian, Pito was in charge of all the Indians as head man. I wouldn’... dare guess how old he is. All the Indians take his orders, even mine through him. Word has it that new people are in charge of the grant and will soon be working the land again. I would like to return here if possible.”I said, “Yes, that is correct. You are very welcome for none of us have worked the land before. How did you hear of. I lit perfume sticks and prepared the oil for massage.She came to the room in a thin towel around her waist, and a little covering her boobs. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and shining. Her hip was big and round. I told her to lie down on her face. She gave me a smile and lay on her chest! I couldn’t believe what I was looking at this beautiful lady’s back!Her ass was so inviting that I wanted to bury my face in it! I lifted her towel above her butt and slowly poured the oil. I started massaging. That kept us out of the city limits ... be it back roads, trails or no road at all. (No road at all was the abandoned railroad ... that I remember distinctly but no one else does. I think Mother was in denial about the Rail Road track ... the bridge was terrifying.)The first time we visited 'the family' it was in a ten year old 1939 Ford Two Door Sedan and we did it like I said ... St. Johns, Grand Rapids, Pentwater. This disaster included Muskegon. It took longer to get from Grand Rapids to. The blond pointed to herself and said “Marja”. She pointed to the brunette and said “Odette”. Amy pointed to herself and said “Amy’. They hugged and cried together wondering when their misery would end.About an hour later, the piss had dried on her jumpsuit. Amy was beginning to feel better. She needed a plan. She had to get word to the American Embassy that she was a captive. She was still scared, but so far nothing really bad had happened. She convinced herself that the Embassy would save her.