Then get your ass dressed. You’re not going to get to lay around here all day.”As they got dressed, Alexis was silent. She had been violated, used... and abused, & felt spent. She was barely done getting dressed when her tormentor grabbed her by the arm and said “SIT, woman.”“Now you listen, and you listen good.” I said to my piece of ass. Like I said earlier…ONE EMAIL. It won’t matter what you can claim, or what you think you can prove. The worst thing that happens to me is that I get. But that depended, Sylvia thought slyly, on what subject you were smart about. Cindy didn't know her pussy from an apple fritter when it came to sex. On that subject, Sylvia was doing post-graduate work.Sylvia wore a T-shirt and jeans, stark naked underneath. As usual, Cindy wore a dress. Cindy almost always wore a dress, because it made her feel properly feminine.Both girls settled on Sylvia's bed in her room, with a stack of books. Cindy did not smoke, but she always watched Sylvia puff with. I was a little nervous at first but Steve's body felt nice against mine, different, when I ran my hands across his chest and down his arms. Steve took my hands and was playing with my bangles, turning them around. He asked me how they came off since he could see no catch and I said that they didn't come off. I lifted my leg and pulled up the cuff of my jeans to show him the ones on my feet and he bent to look closer. When he hooked his finger through it to pull my leg up a little, a warm. ”“How would one get these papers? How are they made?”“It’s a complicated thing Red Hawk. I don’t quite understand it myself. But, according to white man’s law. Those papers give ownership to the person that holds them.”“And you are here to give Red Hawk these papers, give Red Hawk the land that is his already?”“We could do that, Red Hawk. I could sign those papers over to you, or the chiefs or the council. But it wouldn’t work. The white man also has a law that the Indians, You, and the tribes,.