"That's sweet of you, she'd say. How longdid things last? Two years?" Just under five years, actually." I see. What happened to your relationship? ...Blackmail?"Martin leaned against his desk, feeling more empowered. "No. Nothingof the sort. One day... she just stopped coming in to work. She didn'trespond to email or phone calls... disappeared without a trace." No private investigation? No search for her body?" The accuser's tonewas light... he was toying with the elder.Martin sighed. He. They look extremely eager, but know not to try to touch me until their leader had had his fun, such was the orcish way.From his standing position he can see all of my body as I lay on my back. My lips that are just against the end of his shaft; my hips that are just above the bed; my breasts that, while small, are enough for most people, ending in my small nipples. He presses his head against the lips of my opening, and rubs it up and down a few times, getting ready to start his excavation.“Hm.. ” I said weakly.He stopped stroking his cock and looked at me“That's alright baby cousin, you don't have too.”“I want too.” I said as I pulled my pj's off.I moved my hand slowly down, as my fingertips came in contact with my swollen clit, I got that electric feeling again. As I played with myself, I matched my rhythm to Mo's, he came within minutes.“Thank you,” he said, “will you rust me and let me show you something?”I nodded still rubbing my self.He moved his mouth up to my chest, he looked. She would begin with a shy smile and a flutter of eyelashes. After a bit she would dance into their line of sight and then remain there making direct eye contact while she moved her body to the sound of the music. She would run her hands over her slight curves and then close her eyes and put her head back keeping time with her hips. After several minutes of this she would turn and dance her way into the crowd. Most times this was all it took. The guy would search her out and invite themselves.