‘Now you see why they’re called Cave Painters by the southern tribes,’ said Glade. She was pleased to see familiar signs of Cave Painter culture...and was sure now that the villagers would conform to the moral codes and practice of the tribe. The Cave Painters greeted Glade and her fellow captives more with indifference than anything resembling friendliness, although there was mild curiosity at their crudely stitched furs. Their hunting tools were laid down on the ground and examined with poorly. "Yeah, its all going great." He paused a little, "To be honest, Noreen kinda had it coming. You weren't the first one to catch her messing up. Mr. Seltzer had caught her before using the 14s instead of the 16s (work lingo) and she almost got fired for it. We all knew it was gonna happen sooner or later" He was getting a little to gossipy and I was losing interest. "Well, its still unfortunate. Somethings you can turn a blind eye to and let go, but this wasn't one of them. I hope you are. Like in really hard. It was at an angle pointed toward the ceiling when he heard Andie's breathing stop for a second. He sat on the bed at her feet and ran his hand up her bare leg and under her skirt. The skirt had slid back enough to expose some of her panties. He rubbed the inside of her right thigh with his left hand and watched as those beautiful golden brown thighs opened for him. A dark spot had formed at the center of the crotch. Andie's fine golden-brown curls were imprinted through. He bowed briefly, at least acknowledging the fact that she was a woman first and a witch finder second."I requested your presence because your reputation is well regarded around these parts."He told her, "I trust Mr Miller has explained everything?" He had explained everything apart from what John Clover has actually said to implicate himself. What did he say?"The lord shifted uncomfortably and looked away for a moment."Terrible things.. could never repeat them in front of a lady..ravings of a.