Outside, rain began to fall.<br/><br/>The Chief eyed Zachary sleepily as the youngest of his wives began to suck on his Cock. The Medicine woman sat beside him and began to whisper something into his ear, perhaps a translation? Whatever she said, the chief did not seem interested in her words. Eventually brushing her away and closing his eyes. Letting the rhythm of the falling rain and the girls sucking carry him off to sleep.<br/><br/>With the Chief asleep, the atmosphere of the longhouse shifted. The medicine woman stopped translating but continued to listen silently to the Preacher's words. A few of the Chief's wives also seemed to be interested now that there man was fast asleep. And more women and children seemed to crawl out of the woodwork. All whispering to each other in there own strange language.<br/><br/>However, even they did not listen as respectfully as The Missionaries would have hoped. None but the medicine woman actually understood what the Strange man was saying. And soon they turned there attention to other things. The Medicine woman carried with her a small gourd, from which she procured a salve which she casually rubbed into her spread vagina. And halfway into the sermon, two of the Chief's wives began to engage in Tribadism, interlocking there legs and rubbing there slits together.