The s-same, M-Mistress,” replied Melissa, in that low-pitched, cultured voice of hers.“But not quite?”“No . . . Mistress . . .”“No black h...nds to squeeze and maul you, of course . . .”“N-No . . . M-Mistress . . .” Melissa had lost almost complete control of her lips. They were loose and down-turned.Glenda moved on to Melissa’s companion-in-distress.“You’ll be missing those hands, Julia?”“Yes . . . Mistress . . .” The reply a hoarse whisper.“You like having your tits played with, don’t you? And. I was ok with it and didn't think much of it until his hand slid lower and was just touching my left tit. Being horny as I always was I didn't resist. When. He saw I was ok with it he continued to squeeze my tit and fondle me more. The other guy saw this and was quick to put his hand on my knee. I looked down and had not noticed that my skirt had ridden up and you could see my panties clearly under my hose. But before I could push it down he had his Hans already between my leg and rubbing my. .. He still intends to marry you."I cracked. "Only because he promised me. He doesn't want to." How can you be so sure of that?"I sighed. "Look at me, Lex. You wouldn't marry a girl that looked like this." 'You wouldn't touch her either', I thought regretfully.He couldn't answer that. He just looked away, and the silence fell between us. It went on for minutes, until he spoke: "I cannot refrain myself from thinking about what would have happened if I'd made sure that you'd chosen me... Perhaps. Atkinson’s team to do her part.The Wizards were here, of course, each of them eager to contribute. They had worked and played together, for so long they were already a team, and would fight as one. I was the outlier, the new guy, but I was also the tank. My job was to draw in the Fae, to soak up everything they could throw at us. I would, where I could, capture and drain, reflect and absorb, generally wreaking havoc for as long as I could.The general plan was pretty simple. The scouts would go.