While I waited for incoming messages, I did not waste my time. Bud and I tackled the problem of converting the suit into something that could be fit i...to my riding leathers. That meant bringing the leathers downstairs as well.After several frustrating brainstorming sessions, Bud got tired of it."Okay, enough," he said. "I don't think this is going to work. We need to make something from scratch that can be fit into your leathers. The original idea of splitting the suit into two pieces would be. Manipulative, and intelligent, and strong-willed, and above all else - _powerful. She is a queen. The world trembles whenever she speaks. It gasps in horror whenever she commands, and bows whenever she orders it to.Those fortunate - or unfortunate - men whom she chooses as lovers - become her slaves. Just as she wishes to reign over men as a ruler, she wants to reign over men as a woman. Her bedroom is her throne room, and it is there that her power is at its strongest - absolute and. ”Porter dropped his hand to the latch and walked into her front room, where Gilly was sitting on the couch with bunches of herbs spread out before her on a low table.“How did you know it was me?” He asked with puzzlement.“Blue,” was her answer. Her voice was quite neutral and certainly not warm. Porter immediately felt the urge to backpedal out the door and make a run for it. Instead he took a deep breath and tried to steel himself. He was about to enter virgin territory to him. He couldn’t. " I think she stood up, and I heard her fumbling with her clothes, before she gave a sharp yelp. "Damn, it's COLD! Hurry up and slide that in me before the saliva freezes. I need someone warm against me."Blindly, I groped my way forward, till I felt her ass facing me. I grabbed my large meat, and started to rub the head against her already sopping wet slit. We both moaned at the contact, and I couldn't stand the cold much longer, so I gave a shove, feeling the tip of my penis punch past her.