Chapter Thirteen
As promised, the screams are gut wrenching. Even the dauntless Sioux warriors choose to stay in the teepee while Luda works outdoors with the searing hot knives.
Doodie seems to be aloof, having already given up that which the Blackfoot is conceding to the unyielding hands of a woman. For the second time he dutifully fellates the last Sioux brave. It then comes time for the leader and Max watches in both disgust and envy as a caring and gracious castrate lifts away the loincloth and reverently takes the semi erect p***s into his mouth. He sucks with particular tenderness, the smiling Sioux stroking his blond locks. Then the reddened hands push away the girlish cheeks and Doodie glances up into the middle-aged face, seeming to know what is wanted. The pretty male ingén
