Marc’s hand slid down Amy’s tummy and started to play in the lawn of golden silky hair that softly carpeted the glade between Amy’s legs. He pre...sed his finger between Amy’s clenched legs until he found the slippery wet folds of skin that guarded her swollen little love button. Marc found and massaged the object of his quest and was rewarded immediately for his efforts. The touch of his finger ignited Amy’s gushing, twitching orgasm. Her quiet moaning escalated into repeated shouting of ‘oh. Paris caught me, and asked me: "Dave, do you want something to drink?" I said:"Yes". 5 minutes later Paris came out the kitchen with a bottle of Jack Daniels, and she was in a tight black bra, which her massive tits almost popped out of. And a black thong.Paris said to me: "Hun, stop doing your homework and do me." I took off my clothes and let Paris perform a lap dance on me. Paris took off her bra, and put her tits in my face, I was sucking on them. Next thing: Paris turned around and pulled. For her "Play" was just that, she did not really want to be called ordered to die and give up her meat to people to eat, yes it was a fantasy that got her off thousands of times and would get her off every time, but she wanted to live, she only had to make it to 30 to be exempted from the lottery and that was what she lived for, every day she would get out of bed and say "Today is not the day I die!", while other young girls who DID want to roast would say "Today is the day I will be called!". I told Red Cloud that if he didn’t do as I instructed, he would die or lose the leg. Red Cloud told me that someone would keep an eye on him and make sure he kept the wound clean. I knew that many Native poultices and ointments for wounds were very effective at preventing infection. Now that I had cleaned it and stitched it closed, they were ahead of the game and the Indian healers could take over with every hope of complete healing and recovery. When I left the lodge, I found both my wives.