..No, Queen. You...you who are so seeming in your supplication..In this masquerade of your own sexlessness. Your wear the guise of supplication, but...your end is the same as mine. I will gain the upper hand this time. I will not let you from me. Not for days, or weeks or forevermore will I release this power that compels me, the power that compels you to me, I, Tristan, the greatest lover you have ever known, or will have ever known, that any will ever know, At this, the cavern is shaking. . Never let on the net existed. The existence of the net was codenamed “Ultra” by someone with a keen sense of history. Even the codename was not to be uttered except to those cleared to know.One thing knowing of the existence of the net did, was allow Mark to be told Claire’s death. She was listed on the official casualty sheets. The government, as always, was trying to keep records, even amid the chaos. With Mark cleared for the Ultra secret, he could now be told. He couldn’t let on that he. Her thighs had gained a lot, giving her a very full and sexy petite womanly figure from the front. Between her legs, a large amount of redish-orange hair had sprouted into a nest of delicate curls. She turned around to gaze at the rest of her. Her hair had grown down to the middle of her back, shiny from her perspiration. Shifting it aside, she saw the toned lines of her back muscles, flaring out to her full round heart shaped bottom. She couldn’t help but rub it, finding it firm and supple.. I couldn't believe what the women were sharing with me was true, but Sue assured me, they were. Kimber did her sales pitch, presenting different toys, lotions, oils, and clothes that were available for purchase. She demonstrated what she could, by rubbing a bit of the lotions or oils on our skin, turning on the vibrators so we could see and feel how they worked, and much more. Then she grabbed the bowl and said, "Okay ladies, time to pick some winners!"Kimber had five different prizes: a bottle.