Death would be only the beginning of her eternal torment if the Master decided she was of no use to him.More disturbing still was the fact that some p...rt of her rejoiced in the power she had just attained. Magic burned brightly in her blood, as it did in all of her line. Her soul sang in exaltation, even as it screamed in torment.Denethia slumped as the sensation faded, her tangled blonde locks falling to hide her face, and her chin coming to rest on the stained canvas smock she wore. She. Turning and spinning around each other, through the growing fray of my light hair, wearing the neon colors of the dance floor lights, flinging in a riotous whipping storm, tossing and mixing with hers in black, red and violet, into one tornaduous cyclone of energy(!) of here and there and left and right and the eyes and mouths and minds and lust sucked in from the others, generating its own momentum, spinning up and enveloping us in a cacophonous fury. No way now to sort out whose flirtations. Meanwhile I just started running my fingers on his thighs. After wasting half an hours on running my fingers on his thighs, I finally had the courage to touch his dick. Although, his dick was in sleeping position, but it still made me feel sensational. My hard dick was now throbbing out of my shorts.I started caressing his ass. Obviously he was wearing shorts, so I could not get the chance of touching his flesh or naked ass.I was now enjoying the little bit that I was getting. My one hand was. Mrs. Jones was dressed and asked me what I wanted.I thought about it for a while and said, “Ten percent of the action. Put it in a college fund for my sister.”She couldn’t believe that I didn’t want more so I told her that I wanted to fuck her right then and there while her husband was outside mowing the lawn. That she understood. She raised her skirt and she was pantyless and then she bent over the kitchen table so that she could keep an eye on her husband. I could hear his lawnmower and knew.