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I realize that.   The tribe shouldn’t have to suffer because of my bad instruction.   The burden should be mine.”
    “We both raised her, Whispering Wheat.   At some point, she began to follow her own journey.   I don’t think we missed the signs to guide her. Watching her recent ploys, I think she hid them from us.   When I look at Misting Waters’ kind nature,” he reasoned, “I don’t think either you or I had an effect on Turning Leaves’ manipulative controlling drive.”   He took his wife’s hands.   “Whispering Wheat, what would you like to do?”
    Tears started forming in her eyes.   “This is not going to get better, and she’s causing a strain on her sister’s relationship with Raining Thunder.   I think we need to give her no choice and send her with the flatlander to the settlement. We can tell her we understand their love and won’t keep them apart.   Patrick will be good to her.   We both know that.   Perhaps we can rejoice at her change when we see her twice a year at the celebrations.”
    Whispering Wheat’s declaration was stronger than his.   She didn’t even want an ultimatum.   She wanted her gone.
    The part that interested Mike though, was that Gentle Wave could be chosen dominant female.   Although cruel, the girl was gorgeous.   Slick black hair fell straight to her waist and she had the most incredible almond shaped chocolate eyes.   She was average height and built beautifully.   Mike was sure he saw a brief flicker of surprised interest when she looked into his blue eyes before she began her torture.   He remembered her commanding seduction.   Mike realized in terror, his cock was getting hard again.
    Yellow Hawk glanced over and mistakenly thought it was due to being in his wife’s presence again.   He angrily slapped Mike’s penis and yelled, “Bad dog.” Mike squealed in pain, thrusting in agony as the man’s big hand kept smacking him until the erection surrendered.
    Mike ate his dinner out of the bowl Whispering Wheat had given him. Apparently, he’d earned a somewhat permanent change in status in that regard.   He prayed they’d leave him outside the dangerous arousing confines of the teepee and groaned when Yellow Hawk grabbed the leash and pulled him under the door flap.   He was tied to the beam with his hands lashed in front to the ring as everyone settled in.
    Misting Waters scooted over on her knees and ruffled his hair.   “Good night, dog.”   She glanced down.   Nothing.   She smiled.   “Good dog.”
    Turning Leaves scooted up and managed to brush the fringe of her dress along his shaft.   He pinched the flesh underneath his penis to keep from twitching as she whispered, “Did you like my friends, dog?   They promised to play with you again tomorrow.”   Then she said louder, “Good night, dog.”
    Yellow Hawk watched her move away and saw Mike trying to maintain control.   He didn’t know what his daughter had whispered, but it was more than the goodnight he’d heard.   As Whispering Wheat’s lips circled his cock, he forgot about the dog.
    Mike tried to ignore them, but when Yellow Hawk split her thighs and buried his face in her pussy, he could smell her juices.   He closed his eyes and hard as he pinched and slapped, when her orgasm gasped through the tent, he was rigid as one of the teepee poles.   The daughters slept through it.
    Yellow Hawk glanced over at him and shook his head.   He went back to his passion, burying his hard shaft in Whispering Wind’s channel with wet, slapping thrusts while she clutched at the furs. Her breasts shuddered with each plunge until he groaned out his orgasm.   When he composed himself, he again reached into the pouch at the end of the bed.
    Mike trembled and started shaking his head. Oh, god, not the straps again. I’ll die. His bound hands frantically slapped at his erection and pulled painfully at his testicle ring as Yellow Hawk approached him.
    “Bad dog.”
    Mike was