I'm showing you a lot of it, lounging in your bedside chair as I am.I'm wearing the same lacy underwear your favorite porn star is wearing at the star... of that one movie you bookmarked. You know the one. The lace bralette through which you can see my nipples, peaked and tight as they are already. The almost see-through black boyshorts with the hot pink side ties that end in little ribbons. Garter belt, black silk stockings. The killer heels I like to call Fuck Me Shoes because fucking –. " I've heard very good things about your work on your knees!" I laughed, and so did she."Well I have offered to demonstrate — on more than one occasion. It wasn't me that said 'no'." You did ... and my next answer might be a bit different. When you've got some time later, I'd like you to help me look at some security videos, for your 'professional' opinion."She raised an eyebrow and nodded, then stole the rest of my bacon. I refilled my plate and we ate mostly in silence until we returned. We both gasped in pleasure as her squeezing tightness gave way to my plunging hardness. I almost pressed deep and stopped, but her eyes demanded action. I worried for half a moment that I might be thrusting too hard. She dug in her heels and slammed her hips up to impale herself again. All I could do was try to keep up with her.I worried for half a moment that I wouldn't be able to hold back to wait for her to finish. I resolved to use every trick I knew to make her cum first. I pulled her. "You should have seen me when I was chosen." Now," she said, brushing Zed's blouse and skirt, "help me find somesnagroot." Yes, Mot Rheya," Zed said, sniffling back his emotions.The caravan felt different after that day. Part of it was the respectnow due him in his new status as m'Mot Rheya, the chosen of Rheya.Even grumpy old Arl used the respectful form of address when talking tohim, at least when there were more than the two of them together. Agreater part of the difference was more.