‘Is it real?’ the Chief asked in anxiety. He shook a tremulous hand towards a life-size model of a mammoth whose fur was made from reeds and grass... and which sported real tusks on either side of a straw trunk. ‘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 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. It was a pair of handcuffs. He then forced my left hand to my right hand and secured them together.I could feel hands rubbing up and down my naked ass and legs followed by the cold hard shock of a slap across my bottom. My poor little butt cheeks were slapped again and again from every angle. They pulled me out of the stall and against the wall where the urinals were. One of the guys adjusted the cuffs and chained them to the pipe above the urinal. He bent me over and I felt a cock head spread. ” I took a seat at the table and poured us a fresh glass of wine as Noah put on some Luther Vandross for dinner music. He dumped the steaming rice in a bowl and set it on the table, giving me a quick kiss on the check. He plated up the fish and spooned some sauce over each serving. When he set my plate in front of me, the smell was divine. The fish was so fresh, that sauce mixed with the aroma of the fish had my stomach growling with anticipation of that first taste. I added the rice and some. She snatched up my purse and started shoving me down the hall, still masturbating. There were no doors open and nobody in sight, but I’m not sure I could have stopped even if there was. The pressure was building, and it was too late to pump the brakes.We arrived at her door, and she was fumbling with the lock as I stood behind her, my hand flying on my cock.“Liv,” I groaned, “I’m gonna cum soon! Hurry.”Finally, the door opened, and she pulled me inside. I was still rubbing myself as she pushed.