2... 1... Mark... An alarm begins to blare before being cut short as the giant vault like door cracks open, hissing even more steam. The door part qu...ckly and the figure takes its first step from the container onto the cold floor, stepping through the steam.Revealing herself to the florid and empty facility stands the assassin, Tsyr Ker, naked and reborn. She crackles with electricity as the energy of her newfound power steadily flows over her. She holds up her hands in front of her face and. It was all fascinating, the way a fan's flickers and pops could be so expressive with exact meaning. In fact, Zithrusa could communicate with only the fan, without even learning the language! At least as far as society went. Women weren't meant to say much anyway, and Wong would deal with communicating with servants staff and slaves. It was interesting for Zithrusa to have the boot on the other foot, and have to learn John and Wong's subtle signals of desired behavior. She learned to simper, to. We went over to one wall, a movie rack was on it, and pulled out the Linda Blair film, ?Born Innocent?. He said, ?one of the greatest rape scenes of a minor ever. Too bad that it was almost all off camera?. I know what he meant- I had snuck it out a few times myself to watch. He hit a switch behind it on the shelf, and it slid soundlessly to the side. We walked in, and he turned on a light. It was a shrine of sorts. Every wall had a picture on it. All of them were of dead women or. She is so smooth and tight, I would be worried about trying this if she was wet.My finger finds the rough cluster of nerve behind her clit, her g-spot. I press on it gently, alternating between the spot and her clit. The effect is immediate and profound. She begins to breathe in deep quick gasps, moaning in pleasure and lust. Her leg curl around my head, driving my face and hand deeper into her. Her orgasm is building, like pressure in a volcano. Building, rising until..."I coming," she.