It is there presidential room, which is there most expensive room they offer. There is a bottle of champagne in the room and I pour each of us a glass... We each make a toast and slowly take a drink. I then begin to kiss her on the neck and nibble on her ear. She now closes her eyes and begins to feel my hands start caressing her body. I slowly remove her clothes from her beautiful body as they fall to the floor. I then remove all of my clothes and we are now embracing each other with nothing on.. In the middle of all this stands Mistress Zara. Magnificently tall in her black patent spike-heeled shoes and black seamed stockings, she wears a tight black shiny latex pencil skirt with a zip all the way up the front, and a white satin blouse. Her black hair is swept up into a high ponytail, her makeup is impeccable, and she exudes an air of authority.“So,” she says, “you want to be my sissy?”“Yes, M-mistress” I stutter in a suddenly-gone-tiny voice. “My only desire is to serve You in any way. ‘Come on, Candice. You’re sounding like those Satanic crazies. There’s probably a perfectly rational explanation for what happened.’ ‘OK,’ Candice whispered. ‘Like what? What could have made your pussy and asshole open up like that, without anything in them?’ ‘The Nigrovum, more than likely,’ Camilla said. ‘It seems to intensify feelings, and grant our wishes, that’s what Dr. Singh thinks, anyway. We wanna heal, so we heal quicker. We wanted the Satanists to die, so they died. In my dream, I. Is this what you wanted?" Yes. This is what I wanted every day since I became aware. I could hear, see, and imagine, but the rest was a mystery. Why do you like apples and not the seeds? What is hot and cold? Did sex feel as good as all of you make it sound? I wanted to know so much." She rushed on, "My skin is alive, I can feel the air. Please Pete, touch me all over. I need to know."The girls gathered around as Pete obliged, touching and caressing and pinching the new teen. He saved the best.