" the leader said. "May I ask what you call yourselves? Alan asked feeling a little stupid asking but had been taught if you didn't know ask there was...always power in knowledge."Yes Tranzarie, we are called Trembly," the leader replied. "We will raise an effigy to you so that all will know that we are not alone that at least one being cares for us." "I do not like to be praised as a god that I am not, at present I am trying to stop many with power like me who think they are." Alan explained.. As he exited, and our eyes met, Porter smiled a most welcomed expression to me, face flushed, and I likewise indicated to him that he well deserved it. Entering again to the room where our gorgeous slutslave waited, I told her to get her clothes back on and come with me. Those long, supple legs that reached so very far into her 4 inch heels, was framed with a garter belt, and panties to match. "Let me have those panties, bitch...you're not going to need to have anything to deny me for some. .she began to rub me again staring straight at me, she then moved her hand down to my cock and started to rub me,, after a little time still staring intently at me she opened my jeans pulled my pants down always looking at me, went on her knees and began to pull my foreskin back, looked up and said this had to be doen.. she slowly opened her mouth and began to suck me,I can still hear her moan and she sucked hard.. I stood petrified, she moved back up and then wrapped her apron around my hard. I was wearing my normal style short pleated skirt, petticoat, stockings, garter belt, panties, bra, blouse short "bob" cut wig, makeup and of course my signature pink glossed lips. His cock was so hard I could see the outline of it under his pants. He reached and raised my skirt and petti then he let out a long deep sigh seeing my little bump under my black lace panties. He pulled me close sliding his hand inside my panties and pulling them down rubbing my bald smooth little clitlit as my hand.