Brand grabbed Collin by the arm, "what can that old woman do against a witch? we need to go to the clearing." Calmly, Collin gave instructions on what...he wanted done, then turned to Brand, That old woman is Marti'en, one of the ancient ones. She has more power in her little finger, then everyone in this room and Bitsy put together."Marti'en stood watching Bitsy and the witch fight, she cackled to herself as she heard Phoebe the witches parting threat to Bitsy. She'd always enjoyed a good cat. She said, “I saw those pictures on your screen.” Pause. “And I saw what you were doing last night, too.”Damn!! When did she see? I never saw her even look at me out of the corner of her eye!! But I knew there was no point in protesting. I should note here that we had caught each other in less blatant positions of sexual enjoyment several times in the past, but nothing was ever said. I would rummage through her room and find thongs that her mother thought she would never wear and move them to. Then I jump as someone fondles my tit and pinches the nipple. From then on, it's 'touch the girl'. I feel hands all over my body, soft and tender hands gently caressing me, others fondling and pinching and slapping me roughly. It is not entirely unpleasant. The sensation of being at their disposal, to be at the center of attention, is not without effect. I'm not exactly enjoying it, but it could be worse. It gets even better. I'm standing in the presenting position as I hear someone ask about a. With a little lubricant on my prick I started to wank standing silently over her. She lay there in total peace. I luxuriated in the sheer flagrant joy of playing with myself over her, yet not quite sure how she might react if and when she knew what I was doing to her. I didn’t rush but enjoyed her body before me. Her tits full with their delightful slight droop and her nipples unstiff before me. Her thighs were slightly open affording a view of her recently rubbed clit which I could discern.