You walked into the room expecting to see just your loving Mistress.She is there, in her usual comfortable chair, legs crossed and looking powerful as...she always does. But this time, there is another chair on each side of her, with a beautiful woman in each one.Your instinct was to cover your breasts and pussy, but you knew better. You stood bolt upright in the middle of the floor, trying to not visibly tremble.Mistress and her friends were looking you up and down. You saw them licking their. And maybe, just maybe I would tell him that I wasn't Claire. That it was her sister. But I would need a lot of guts for that.He began kissing down my neck, shoulders, chest, and before I knew it his head was under the covers completely. My legs spread more involuntarily and I pushed my hair back out of my face and kept my fingers around it, not knowing what I'd do if my hands were free. My other hand was wrapped tightly around my bedsheets.I felt him suck on my inner thigh. His teeth bit down. Lafitte knew it was not wise to keep the boys too long and to not cause them permanent harm because they were obviously from "old money" in the "Big Easy" and their families were no doubt influential in certain circles. There was also the chance that they were associated with the families of the "French Quarter Witches" who ruled the roost with a heavy hand. The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence. Various elements throughout the Horde hadcompared her to Garrosh.This comparison had upset her, but not for the reasons anyone would haveexpected. Garrosh smiled as he wore the visage of Sylvanas Windrunner.As he rested Sylvanas's gauntleted hands on her hips, he thought back tohow his plan had been set in motion. After he had taken the Heart ofY'Shaarj back to Orgrimmar, he knew his time would be limited. Hedevoted all of his time and energy into tapping into the power of theHeart, and was.