Parted down the center she was ethereal looking, Angelic. She wore a panther vest that barely covered her ample breast. She needed no support. Her lon... legs she didn’t have to even hop to get upon her white stallion. She once sitting regally turned to see the outline of what she was leaving. Looked perfect to the naked eye. ‘Ghost rider into the speed of the night, ‘ She whispered in his ear. The first motion Ghost rider stretched his full length, then kept it up. Ears high and back, nostrils. She can see roads leading in three directions. Each with traffic on them. The roads lead to three different gates where people can be seen moving about, many carrying their wares on their backs. Farmers are observed leading herds of animals ranging in size from ducks to oxen. Carts and wagons are being pulled by beasts of burden, too. Not a single machine doing any work to be seen. One of the roads branches off to what looks like a mine. Carts are coming out with some kind of load that has. She accepted their complete dominance over her whenever she was on the pile of warm furs that lined the dark corner of the large cave used by the band of raiders that scoured the coastline for food and captives to bolster their numbers.One-rock woman had been originally been taken captive from a passing boat run aground by the fish-eating tribe. They had not treated her well and she was happy when the rock-throwing tribe liberated her for duty as a new blanket humper and service as a worker for. But the fact of the matter was, as she continued to lean forward painting, I could see more and more of her well-rounded breasts. "More paint?"She handed me the small empty butter container she'd been using to draw the paint from. Kneeling down on the floor I poured a bit more from the paint can into it and then looked up towards her. She was touching up one of the corners with what she had left on the brush. As she did, I then saw I could clearly see the bright red panties she was wearing.