“Yes, John. You are correct,” she agreed.“So, getting rid of all this dead wood would not upset anyone who mattered?” I said with a grin.“No... John. No one who mattered at all,” she replied with a grin of her own.That apparently was enough to do the trick. The scribes became excessively helpful and produced a survey map that had been copied and recopied for millennia yet was still legible and showed all the layers of the palace area.Morgana had created a 3D map of the palace when we returned and. ..we stretched him on the ground on his stomach...Wolf sat on his b**st's hands with his crotch right in front of him and I was yanking down his jeans. We told The b**st he will enjoy every minute of what he was about to receive. He doesn't know it but he ass is gonna be filled with 20 inches of cock! The b**st thinks he's a gift to all women...he has a muscular chest (hence The b**st) but dick wise he 'came' up a little short (6") which I will also be tasting! I got his jeans down, now. If I use the, uh, the blue vibrator my mom got me, I usually cum pretty hard, and uh, I can get real w-wet during those times.”I learned two pleasantly surprising things during her very honest answer to my questions. First, Lynette didn’t attempt to stall or balk as she revealed such intimate knowledge of her private sexual activities. Even those few hesitations in her voice weren’t designed to delay or limit her sharing of this privileged information. That showed she was more comfortable with. Pleasantly she smiles as something appears to be crossing her mind. A faint tint of smoke beside her forms itself, A figure appears on the seat beside her. Shyly it stands, the smokey cloth wrapping itself around the figures body falls. The figure is the curvy shape of a woman, long blonde hair falls over the figures shoulders like the Venus de Milo. Smokey eyes of blue light, the skin on the figure is a slight pink color. Standing she holds the cloth around her hips, before releasing it. Now.