It’s just… y’know? My gut tells me no.”“Then let’s listen to it,” I replied with more confidence than I usually had replying to… well,...anything. “Perhaps you should take me home now?”“Yeah, good idea.”With that, we went back upstairs and promptly got into her car. We made polite small talk, though I think I was back to the short answers again on the way. It got to the point where I wanted to address it, even if I knew it might dig me a bigger hole.“Uh, sorry if my answers are, uh, shorter. “Look how wet she is,” the third man said.Mark stood beside me and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, allowing my breast to spill out over my chest.“Those tits are fantastic,” one of the men said.“A man could have a great tit fuck with those,” another said.I could feel how wet I was getting. I just couldn’t stop it. These strangers were discussing my body. One of the men took his stiff cock from his pants and began stroking it. I didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off. Did he seem angry with you at all?" Again I responded negatively. "Did he say anything to you at all?"I started to write something but she shook her head."OK, scratch that. We'll get to that. Let's go through this an item at a time. According to your family, they 'heard' something outside after you went out to 'think' for a while. They say when they looked out the window they saw a man dressed all in black holding a pistol to your forehead. They saw you talk briefly to him. Your sisters. The blouse slipped off her shoulders, and she set it on the big pile of blankets and pillows in Othello’s alcove. For a moment, she covered her bra and breasts with her forearms, but that was silly. They’d seen her breasts before. They’d seen her naked, being fucked by Jacob in the middle of the cave before. That had not been part of the plan that night, but damn Jacob knew her kinks better than she did, and she’d cum so many times with the other witches watching.She lowered her arms, and.