Some were dressed beautifully, and others were hardly dressed at all! Hazel knew the witch population didn't necessarily have a culture that really fi... into modern society, but she'd never seen such debauchery behind one simple gate before!Some of the more specific sights were what really worried her, though. Some witches were using their magicks on each other in ways others found taboo. Enchantments, transmutations... some had even crafted chains, gags, and rope all from their own mana! Not. Henry gently pushed her down to sit on the bench, and his left arm encircled her shoulders. His right hand cupped her breast through the thin cotton of her dress. She shuddered and clenched her teeth. "Time for more training," he said, as he forced the buttons of her bodice. Impulsively, Megan hurled the contents of her glass toward Henry's face. His response was instant, and she found herself flung across his lap, held firmly by his right arm, while the left hand dragged her skirts up. . I had a sudden urge of pressing melons of both. I said, “My dear ladies, how about having your melons as a feast for my hands. Let me sit down on the bed, you can still enjoy my cock. I will have both melons to press. How about it?”Both nodded. Instead of sitting on the bed, I pulled the chair without arms and sat on it. They both sat on my either side and started moving their lips on my cock. I started feeling my cock rising again. I grabbed one each of their boobs and started pressing them. It was just about to leak! I changed it and on the way out of the toilet one of the guys who were hitting on us bumped into me. It was only minutes later that I realized my bag was stolen! It was probably the bastard who bumped in me.There wasn't much in the bag, another tampon, a pad, and some change (my father never gave me much money, at most for 3 drinks). I was angry but I had no other choice than going home. The girls wanted to stay so I decided to go alone. My home was not that far.