Then I had an inspiration: I would pretend to be writing a report as a summer project. This report would be about police action against crime and crim...inals. I was sure that the local police would be very happy to cooperate on such a project which would make them look good. Of course, I would need to actually write the report, or nobody would ever trust me, again. I didn't think that this would be too difficult, since it only had to be a report, not a good report!That evening, I discussed the. Then feelinghis soft fingers on my pantied cock. Stroking me.Exciting me. Making me drip and gasp.I guess I'm a bit of a tart, because I sort of reachedover and stroked Gary's cock through his panties as hestroked mine. Making him actually stop talking (thankgoodness) and just sort of squeak as I tickled hisglans with my girlish fingers.It was very exciting. I was in that stage of highexcitement right before the cum warnings are issued.Building toward frenzy, but not there yet. When Garymoved. ..especially as she actually heard me. So I kept walking. But I noticed she kind of grinned, so I slowed down at the next shop and pretended to look in the window. She stopped next to me and for a second I was tongue tied just taking a peek at her toes. Then I turned and smiled and asked her opinion on some shirts in the window. She told me she was a personal shopper and would love to give me some advice. So we went into the shop and pretended to give a shit about clothes. Her name was Katya. Instead, I dropped the atlatl and darts and picked up my club. The two Indians rode as close as they could to our horses, but they could not reach either one of us from there. They really didn't want to hurt Dove, as that would reduce her value as a slave. Besides, everybody knew that women didn't fight, so they didn't want to return to the village with a slave that they had obviously wounded unnecessarily.I was the target of their interest, and I was out of reach. What were they to do? Logic.