Angie flinched when she felt one of Luke’s hands cup her hanging pendulous breast. It was cold from holding the beer but more to that it was foreign... It send a shudder down Angie’s body, one that confused her and one that she was not sure she liked. Rick told her to stay though, and protestingly Angie stood there while Luke gently touched and fondled her breasts.‘Kiss them if you want’ Rick offered, and with this Luke pulled Angie gently forwards onto his knee and started licking, salivating. She tasted so delicious.I noticed that someone was beside us - mother. "This is my mother Anne." I separated and nodded toward mom. Though they had met, she was now being formally introduced. "She is the senior of my house." Meaning the senior woman among these two slaves.Anne cocked her eye at me, surprised at this non-traditional instruction. Normally a wife automatically assumed the senior position within a household - though this wasn't a formal Clan law, it had become almost tradition in. It was a friend of ours, who we had known for years. He was married but his sex life was nonexistent. He always complained to me about how she isn’t very good in bed and how she just lays back and lets him fuck her missionary style. He always used to say that I wish he could have one night with Lisa, my wife because I used to tell him all about our sex life, where we used a have sex, how many times etc. One time I even showed him Lisa’s sex toys and panties that she wears to work. I’m sure he. I hoped that their stay would be quick because I saw the danger of a fast-moving virus wiping out most of the survivors like the stroke of a genocidal brush. I wondered if that was not the original intent and that the entire affair was part of a plot to eliminate the Native Americans from the very area they had been sent by official decree.My commanding officer gave me a stamped order that instructed me to move the Indians to the reservation in the foothills some thirty kilometers to the north..