‘God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.’ ...I couldn’t worry about Lily right now; I had to focus on the task at hand, which was acting. So, I pushed my worry about Lily down into a box deep inside me and closed the lid for now. I would worry about it when I saw her at lunch.I was told that lunch with Lily and her family would be at my house. Lexi had made the call that Lily would want to have. I stepped up behind them, and placed my guns at the back of their heads."Don't move. You will let my friend cuff you, and you will sit down on the couch ... or..." Or what?" the woman on the right asked."Or I blow your fucking heads off. Got me?" I asked."You must be one of those degenerates," the one on the left replied."No, I'm just like you and your ancestors. Now shut up!" I snarled in anger.They shut up, and were quickly cuffed. I shoved them against the far wall and pushed them down to. It was like looking at strangers. You and Gray Eagle have been the only parents that I have ever known. Parents love their children, you did that. Since I have come here I have been happy. It was hard at times, but I learned to be a man. And responsibilities are part of being a man. What I do for the Cheyenne, is because I love them, not because I have to do it. I can't stop, because it is the right thing to do. Feeding the widows and orphans was the right thing to do, and teaching the boys. You can wear my old red leather shorts - they’re a bit worn out between the legs - I think he’d rather like that”.I was still in the steel cock ring, blindfold and handcuffs when Angela and then Debbie started thrashing my arse - they must have taken turns with the riding crop - several strikes scoring a direct hit on my balls. Then they played the guessing game - which part of their anatomy was pressed into my face: Angela’s tits were too obvious, but little Debbie’s red-leather-clad bottom.