He talks about Cro-Magnon’s achievements, “those few that have survived the many thousands of years and have come down to us.” The cave painting...s, of course. The flint work, “an art form in itself and a huge forward step.” Bone sewing needles and other such tools.“We can only speculate about what else they must have had, have made for themselves; time has left few traces,” he continues. “But all you hear from a lot of people, a lot too many people, is why didn’t they have more? Why did it take. Daddy,” I whined out, my hands tensing and grabbing at the bedsheets, still trapped beneath your knees. “'I'll follow your orders.'” You continued, your hand unwavering from my throat. “I'll,” I wheezed out, my eyes slipping closed, “follow your...o-order-s...” I finally stammered out, and you released me, straightening your posture above me. I blinked a few times as I inhaled deeply, adjusting my vision. “Now, open your fucking mouth.” Your patience had run out, and I obediently opened my. I felt therush of air, cool even in the late summer at this altitude over thewarm, humid ground below. Night drops can be scary at fist, but I hadmade dozens of them and found them exhilarating. I heard the tone andfelt my chute slipping out of its case, stopping my free fall with anauthoritative tug.Looking below, I thought I could see at least one chute. Above, therewas no sign of Steele but I wasn't worried. The chutes would take us topreprogrammed landing spots about twenty yards apart.. Matt paid cash for most things. He seemed to have money, but his occupation was not obvious. After dating him, I learned where his income came from. I was a bit concerned but as I grew to know Matt, I became sure he was a prudent man with money. By then I had developed real feelings for my big gentle man. He was very intelligent, and rather fun, in a quiet way.My man was no great shakes in bed which I found out by seducing him on our ninth date. I played the good girl even as I maneuvered him.