That made him feel inferior and thatscraped away at his confidence.He wasn't just pretending to be an inferior - he really was one - notjust inferior ...o his station as Lady Ann - but to half the working classmen and women he palled round with.It was something that had crept up on him without him noticing - revelingin it as he was - but it was as profound a shift as any that had occurredso far.At a deep level, Ann now knew that he was lower than other people...physically; intellectually and. He shook both her hands with both his hands, then placed Sierra’s right hand on his full erection. The Horned-God said, “Sierra, little one, it is also considered polite to shake the phallus of a satyr.” Laughing out loud and smiling, Sierra did as she was invited to do, vigorously shaking the god’s cock as if she was shaking a third hand!Sierra lay down near Amber and Gina. All three girls simultaneously decided it was time to finish the job, time to see what the Goat-God could do; time to get. I set an alarm code on the locker. If anyone opened it, including myself, it would give me an alert, anywhere on the ship. The three of us left the shuttle bay and headed down the hall. When we reached the lift, the com panel next to it sounded the captains attention tone. I touched the panel and the computer spoke. Locker two zero five has been opened, captain. I turned and sprinted back to the shuttle bay. The locker was closed and locked as before. We had passed no one and there was no one. I slid my finger up and down, however, as soon as I felt her hot opening, I let my finger linger there, taunting her hot wetness, moving my finger back and forth as much as I could. She knew what I wanted to do, but she felt the hesitation in my hand. She moaned loudly to let me know she was enjoying it. Then she sighed with a very sexual undertone. I looked up at her face and she smiled while nodding her head, not able to say anything. With that nod, she gave me permission to do what I was.