There he closed the door before kneeling over the toilet and tossing his breakfast into the spotlessly clean porcelain bowl.Kneeling there, his mouth ...asting like vomit, he tried to piece together what he had just walked in on. This obviously wasn't the first time. It was a regular, planned Saturday morning occurrence.How long had this been going on? Since the fields dried out enough for him to get into them, he had been spending every Saturday morning, usually until 2 or 3 PM out there. That. They take what they need and many people have become hurt. They have place where a man can buy a woman, and now all the men fight over women there.”“Iron Hammer, I have been sent to Tulsa by the big White Judge in Fort Smith, to stop the sale of women to these men. I will try to put a stop to the selling of women to any man. White, Black or Indian.”“Then you would do good if you are the man to do this. What is your person’s business you come to Cherokee lands for?”“I’ve rode this way many times. When he did I went to peek in on our spouses. I wish I could say it was on the way to the bedroom I was headed to anyway, but that was not the case. I had to make an effort to look in. They had left the bedroom door cracked so all I had to do was push it open just slightly so I could see in and hopefully not be noticed.When I did, I could see Cora with her long flowing red hair, her perfect tits, and great ass sitting on top of my husband’s rock hard cock. Matt’s hands were on her magnificent. As I lifted up my side of the blanket, I saw the bulb under the table so bright. Normally it was not that bright because when we went to bed the main bulb l in the room was so bright that this tiny bulb was like a dead one. But now in the middle of the night and sleepy eyes just came back from drinking water shone so bright that I could see all four people’s feet clearly. I almost put my head on the pillow when something came to my mind. I lifted up slowly the blanked towards the table while my.