Megan felt each passing physically, most likely because of her ties to Richard. Tears streaked her cheeks, and a fierce determination burned within he... as well.On the edge of her consciousness, Arthur and Emory argued, but she ignored them. Instead she replayed the last time she had seen Erin over and over in her mind. God, Erin had looked so scared! Those bastard's had taken her in broad daylight! What the hell was going on, she wondered. This is getting totally out of control!Megan was jolted. Gary just finished and shut down the laptop when I got to where he was sitting.“Turn your chair to face me.” I said, and he did as he was told.I began dancing for him, wiggling my tits in his face, teasing him with my nipples, and rubbing my ass on his crotch. I could feel his erection through his pants as I whispered in his ear “take off your clothes; I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”He was naked in record time as I continued my dance, teasing his cock now. I gave it a few licks, then. Just the mention of the "M" word was enough to make me look for the exit to make certain it was not blocked in any way."Gee, that's great news, baby, do I know the lucky guy?"She gave me one of those tantalizing long looks like she caught me sniffing her panties in the men's bathroom. Doreen was one of those females that wore crazy panties with weird statements or pictures on them with suggestive innuendo. I used to like to read them before I stuck it to her in the back seat of the car or up on. He’s a good storyteller.”“He was heroic, Mistress,” Zanyia purred. “He saved me and fought Therek.”I smiled. “Yes, he did.”The lamia lapped through my pussy again. Another shiver ran through my body, my breasts quivering, the amulet swaying between them. I felt the eyes on me, men leering, wishing to fuck the priestess of Rithi, to discover if we could make love as well as a temple-prostitute of Slata. Juices flooded out of me and into Zanyia’s licking mouth.“You going to dance for us, Heidi?”.