The place was packed to the point the door staff were having to filter people in and out. It was a hot night too. Lots of girls in loose or skimpy top... and dresses. A group of about eight women, gathered next to the DJ box. They were, on average in their mid thirties. Older than the others in their teens and twenties on the dance floor. These weren’t my target age group for my charms. They were often married and my lines never worked on them, so after failing in the past, I’d stopped trying to. Its final syllable rose into a soft giggle.The girl on the bed raised her head and looked around."Mistress", she croaked. Her throat was raw. She tried to rise to her knees."Stay down, sweet thing", the voice went on. "Rest a while, darling. You have worked so haaaaard." And again the soft giggle crowned the last word.Giselle now knew her mistress watched her. She wasn't in the room. She must be up there, behind the mirror. At last."Mistress", she said again, this time with more force.There was. Don't stop. That feels so good," Tammy said. I reached down, and gently started sliding her underwear down her thighs. I heard Kiley gasp. "Oh Wow. That's just like, uh, yeah, that's sexy. And dirty. And really perverted. And hot as fuck." Kiley said. I stopped sucking on Tammy's boob and cupping the other one, to slide gently down between her legs and take off her underwear. She stood there, completely naked, that fucking sexy teenage body right within inches in front of me. And I heard Kiley. Ki Jung watches in wonder as he utters a couple of unintelligible sounds, they may have been words, and the badger separates into piles. Each pile is the a different portion of the beast. There’s the meat in one, the claws in another, and then the bones, the sinew in yet another, and finally the pelt. All in their own tidy piles.Without thinking, Ki Jung asks, “Can you teach me that spell?”The man studies her as if attempting to learn something before smiling and agreeing to do so.“Yes, Miss..