"These people are magicians!" exclaimed Pine Marten with wonder at the painted murals of hunters pursuing horse and elk."Now you see why they're calle... 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. My boxer shorts were also hanging strangely and I slipped them off to looking with relish in the mirror as I performed my sexy wiggle again. I looked to where my cock must be standing to attention, judging from how turned on I felt, only to see nothing but a neat bush of brown hair.I moved my feet apart a little more and tentatively reached down below the bush, to feel soft vaginal lips. Instead of a rock-hard cock, my arousal betrayed itself as heat and moistness. I ran my finger along the. Her pussy was on fire. She was prepared to be fucked and had been expecting it since he ordered her into this demeaning "presenting" position. The ferocity of it took her completely by surprise."Oh!" she gasped.She could hear his pelvis slapping her fat black ass like slow clapping. She could feel each thrust like a blow. She was very aware of her breasts shaking, almost painfully, in response to each stroke. The evenings activities had left her horny and unfulfilled, but still easily. "Just the fact you feel like you can call them by their firstnames..." I still call them Mommy and Daddy when I'm talking to them..." No, most littles don't even allow themselves to think of anything else sothey don't mess up," she told me.I nodded. "I'm still going through some culture shock." I bet... I can't imagine the world you came from..." It has its moments..." I told her."Why in the world did you come here?" She said. "I mean really just forcomputers?!?"I laughed. "This world is.