..”“Ah a bit of detective work,” Richard interrupted her. “ I followed you into your foyer one day and asked security your name, pretending we... had a meeting and I’d forgotten. The girl on front desk was a mimsy silly cow, shouldn’t have told me. Chinese black mix... ?“Oh Soppy Sylv as we call her, yes stupid. How she got the job... ?”“Don’t know but big tits for a Chinese,” Richard chuckled with a dirty laugh.“Well,” Sophie sighed softly, “I don’t work late every night, but I’m sure going to. ”“Ah that explains it.” I said, enlightened. I was keeping the steady gentle pulses of my ability at Sophie, and it seemed to be working well. She was relaxing and opening up to me - far more than I’m sure she would have to a relative stranger like me. Apart from her slightly flushed cheeks, it looked like I was avoiding the stronger pull of attraction quite well; if nothing else, this interaction with her was good practice and an opportunity to experiment. “So what do you do with yourself,. “Hi, boys,” I said, trying to sound glib, “do you often swim these waters?”They may have somehow sprouted pricks, but they hadn’t gotten any more talkative. One of them– I’ll call him Tweedledee– picked me up by grabbing me around the waist from behind and lifted me almost all of the way out of the water. Tweedledum then stepped up in front of me. I could see the very tip of his prick sticking just out of the water like the head of a turtle. Tweedledee shoved me back down into the water and. 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 disguised derision. The Chief and his warriors were taken aside to a patch of ground that was cleared of snow well away from the cave entrances while Glade, as the only one who spoke the Cave Painters’ language, was treated with.