We were still not uttering a word each other, I got up and switched on the lights after closing the windows. She protested mildly but I told her I wa...ted see her fully. Her pussy was just like the way I used see when I was a child. Big, really big and hairy, glistening with fluid of pleasure released by my touch. I am a tall person with a firm body, fair like my mother. My mother is a big made woman. I kissed it again and again. To my surprise she showed the exact spot on her pussy to be. In thevery center of the room lay Zorban, a monstrous slug with huge eyes and awider mouth. Surrounding him in the room were dozens of individuals;thugs, murderers, smugglers, junkies, hanger-ons...and not more than a fewslaves. While Zorban didn't discriminate between different species, allthe slaves were female; each of them were gorgeous I suppose, though Ican honestly say that I was only ever attracted to the humanoid ones. Theslave girls were tormented and teased as they danced for the. "Bow down before me you insignificant little piss ants and I may let you live. You have been ignoring me and calling me a bad person. Instead of putting me in of place of honor in this which is my planet you choose to worship a supposed God who does nothing but sit on his throne while the angels around him sing nursery rhymes. I know, I used to be one of them myself."The response to this was immediate. The cannons from Jerusalem fired the first volley hitting him in the head and chest. The. After all of this excitement and truth telling, I needed some space for awhile, to think and to catch up on my journal where I'm able to writedown my inner most thoughts.That evening I made dinner for them, with a "Babette's Feast" theme ofthe finest French food I could get my hands on. I poured everything I hadinto that meal, because I wanted the both of them to feel special andknow how appreciative I was (and am) for all that they have done for me.And I surprised them all with a "secret".