"With that John pushed his chair out and pulled up his pants leg watchingPaul as he did so. As it rose above his socks Paul saw the sheen from thenylo... his dad had on. His eyes grew wide and mouth opened. "So see Paul.I truly do understand because I do the same thing and have for a longtime. And after seeing you I thought maybe you would feel more at ease ifyou knew about me." "Dad, I don't know what to say. You mean you wearnylons under your clothes too? Like for a long time?" "Paul there is. When the eighth mile was behind her, she decided she wasn't stopping. Not until he did. At ten miles he was still with her. Not a word had been said. He was breathing harder, though. Claire had done marathons before, though she wasn't in shape for one now. She could feel the burn that had replaced the feeling of invincibility in her muscles. Her body was telling her she was, after all, human, and that she was stressing things too much.The desire to be better than this young man overcame her. The blood-shed seemed to come to a halt as the looting began … golden plates and vessels tossed into cloaks and strewn furs, sheets of gold pried loose from the walls beneath torn tapestries. The temple was quickly and efficiently stripped of its golden riches meant to salute the Priest-Kings, becoming, instead, prized loot for the High Jarl barking out orders to his men. And then, as the cries of misery rose from those gathered still, Karun turned his great axe, using the handle to draw before. Then, without looking away from Quinn's face, she pressed a button on the side of the table. A latch clicked and a small draw popped from invisible seams. She raised a small white object into Quinn's line of sight. Though she had never seen one before, Quinn recognized its purpose immediately. It was long, about 4 inches and thick, probably two inches all around. Smooth, too, perfectly smooth and white. A tingle shot through her pussy, and a small squeal escaped her mouth. "What… is that!".