That's ridiculous."Jandaeng stayed quiet for a few seconds, now chewing on the end of thetoothpick. He might look and act like a B Movie heavy, but I ...elt therewas a sharp mind there as well."So, you deny all those claims?" I do, of course, it's nonsense. Was he drunk? He was most of the shorttime I knew him."He laid back into the corner of the car, those mirror glasses may be acheap trick, but they were disconcerting."Mr White certainly was an odd character, he seemed to have been fittedwith. Most of the time, they made him out to be some sort of monster. That was better than when they made him out to be a clown. He looked over his shoulder and growled, “Shut up, you two.”The discussion was interrupted by a knock on the door. His normal inclination would be to ignore it, but he took advantage of the distraction to change the subject of discussion. Glen answered the door to find the postman standing there with a box in his hands. He stated, “Glen, got you another box of books. ’ ‘What the fuck else are we supposed to do?’ ‘Stay where we are,’ suggested Glade. ‘And get killed?’ ‘We may be safe as long as we don’t do anything that antagonises the Cave Painters.’ ‘Like what?’ ‘Like hunting game such as horse or deer.’ ‘You think that’s what Wolverine and Lynx did?’ ‘They are hunters. That’s what hunters do.’ ‘And why must we stay here?’ ‘We’ve been following this trail to meet and parley with the Cave Painters. Instead they have found us first. We must wait here and. His hands moved to grab my hips pushing me down, my uniform skirt slid up my waist so the only thing between us was my thin knickers and his trousers. I could feel a bulge pressing into my pussy and I moaned as he thrust his hips up harder into me. Drake let out a pained groan before dragging me backwards and forwards rubbing my pussy over his erect dick. He hit my clit every time causing me to moan as he did. "Stop it," I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed weakly. Drake ground me down.