The Cherokee were matriarchal society, and her newfound status got her a seat on the Women’s Council, a powerful arm of their society. Not a lot hap...ened in a Cherokee town without their blessing. They controlled the home life, owned the land, and could even divorce a husband with cause.Despite being from different cultures, she was an excellent wife to my father and a great mother to us. By then I barely remembered my real mother and I bonded to her. Her son followed me like a shadow and to. ?I shuffled my feet as best I could with the hobble chain, but had to take short, quick steps to avoid falling over. With my hands cuffed tightly behind my back, and a blindfold robbing me of my sight, it was difficult to follow my mistress.I felt soft grass under my feet as my cock was leading me in blindness. Soon I could tell that my mistress was leading me into the woods behind her house. I had noticed before she blindfolded me that it was a full moon, so it obviously gave her enough. He just wasn’t interested right now. Pathetic, Zak-o, he thought to himself. It was all her fault… the hot little Arborian witch with the mouth-watering body. Zak scrubbed his face with his hands, as if in doing so he could erase the images of the Arborian girl from his brain... as well as her obvious hold over him. “I’m just tired from all that touring I did. Got so much pussy then, it was unreal.” Seth scoffed. “She’s got you under her spell.” Zak slammed his hand on the bar, feeling anger. "What the fuck are you now?" Hank said in a venomous voice, "A fucking social worker?" Shit no," he said, "I ain't no social worker. If anything I need a social worker." He chuckled and sank another ball."Yer ol' lady fuck you over too?" asked Hank."Yeah, she left cuz I was out late with the boys. No fucking sense of humor. She was a great fuck too, would have done anything for me." Well, ain't you just the unlucky bastard," grunted Hank.Jake shot again and made it."Sounds like we both have.