She asked what I was smirking at but I just said I was thinking about something that happened the other day and she believed me. So we carried on talk...ing about sex, and I asked if she had a condoms so that if she started having sex she would be protected, she said no but would like 1 just incase. I remembered I carried one in my wallet so let her have it as a little present, and asked if she knew how to use it, she said that she had never even seen one, let alone knew how to put it on. I. "Yeah, must of thought we were a bunch of degenerates."Kathy thought a second. "Wait a minute. Gwen? The one we went out to eat with last night? That's her?" Yup." Oh, wow." Kathy shook her head; trying to fit the image of someone she knew into that face twisted unrecognizably in ecstasy she'd just been looking at."Have an idea that it was some far out kinky San Francisco sex queen?" The Cat asked amusedly."I guess. Wow: Gwen." She shook her head again, "Who would have thought?" What the heck,. .The fog was lifting from my head, not knowing how much time had passed or what else was done in my slumber. There was a mask now stealing my vision, the cock gag still deep in my mouth. I struggled at the binds with no result. I knew there was another person in the room because headphones were taped to my ears. Booming bass, with other strange sounds came through loudly deafening me. I felt hands on my ass then a smack landed. It jostled me a bit, then another one the other cheek. I weakly. Before that it is just a boy's name, but once named in front of the tribe, then he is a Cheyenne warrior. I will name you at the summer festival this year, and I will name you as Big Owl." Paul was shocked. He had not expected this. He had never heard anything like it. He smiled to himself and knew that even if somebody had explained it all to him, he wouldn't have understood a word. But he liked the idea of being named as a Cheyenne warrior. He felt more like a Cheyenne then he ever did as a.