As it resumed its casual walk, the animal paused to stare directly up at her window for a moment before sauntering away out of sight.A shiver ran thro...gh Alexa's spine and an unbidden memory came into her mind. Old Mrs Khindria, the widowed lady from Bangladesh who had helped in Mr Warren's general store, had given her a tiny silver pendant to wear for 'protection against evil'. Alexa remembered her exact words - words that had puzzled her then and now. Mrs Khindria had whispered "guardian. It was a nice sight, seeing so many people happy over his efforts. He was sure to make his money back from the renovations to this place: The Gothic Lounge. A wondrous place. The Foo Fighters seemed hot here. Wisconsin 2005. A beautiful time. The place was getting amazingly popular. They had people all the way from California and Washington hopping in their cars to come and see this place for their own eyes. A raver's paradise. Open 24/7 with amazing bartenders, and people nearly knocking down. Viviana leaned forward and Tracey positioned her so that her breasts were hanging down, gently pressing against my cock. Tracey held Viviana's breasts together and began to stroke them up and down on my cock. Her breasts felt great against me and I began to softly moan. As Tracey gently milked my cock with Viviana's breasts, I placed my hands on her thighs and pulled her cunt to my mouth. I began to gently flitter my tongue around Tracey's cunt. Tracey arched her back and I could feel her let. I... I was a woman! I had long, smooth legs. Wide, feminine hips. A slim waist... and large firm breasts. Where my penis had once been was a perfect, shaven pussy. And as I moved my head, I felt the sway of my long, silky hair.I gasped, not quite believing what was going on.The man stood up and walked over. "Are you ready for your *pleasuring*, Maria?" "I'm not Maria," I stammered. "I'm Martin! What... what have you done to me?" I saw a small smile cross his lips. "Why, I summoned you here.".