‘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. The story quickly downloaded into my WebTV boxes memory. The story title appeared on the screen and then there was a strange flash. My senses were overwhelmed with strange feelings and then my vision went dark.I woke up when if felt a soft nudge against my shoulder."Princess Veronica, please wake up. You are worrying me." I heard a plaintive voice say."Wuh?" I said groggily.I opened my eyes and I saw that I lay in a huge ornate canopy bed. The bedding was a soft ivory color. I touched a sheet. I invited him to take a seat while I made some tea. Instead, he followed me to the kitchen and offered to help me.He pulled a small box out of his pocket and said, “Everything is perfect except the ear rings”. He took out a pair of beautiful blue earrings and made me wear it.“Perfect and sexy” he said holding my arms and kissed me on both my cheeks. I was too weak to protest. He then came behind me and hugged me gently and kissed me on the neck. As I closed my eyes, he blew air into my ears.He. With a third of Stevie’s cock covered by Jaxon’s foreskin, Jaxon encouraged Stevie to jerk on their docked dicks. The sensation was awesome and not long after, they both started becoming overexcited. Shortly, they coordinated their combined release to within seconds of one another.Once they had cum, things got rather messy as spunk oozed through Stevie’s fingers and onto the floor. Their session was then rudely interrupted when the buzzer sounded, alerting them to the fact that the delivery had.