I assured him I was. We put our pants back on and started looking at the magazines again at a more leisurely pace. After about fifteen minutes my brot...er asked if I was hard again. When I told him I was he asked I was going to jack off again. Instead of answering I dropped my pants and started slowly stroking my cock. My brother watched for a minute then started undoing his pants. With my cock in my hands I crossed the room and said I bet it feels even better if we stroke each other off. And it. Halfway through the song I had taken my dress off and was dancing naked for them. Between songs I asked Dave when he had last seen a naked woman. He replied it had been a long time. The next song had started and I started to dance close to him and then turned and started to grind my ass into his crotch. I could feel his hard on as I rubbed against him. I turned around and straddled him putting my tits in his face. The second song ended and I told the guys they needed to strip for me. They were. I didn’t know what to say either. This was harder than I thought it would be.I closed my eyes for a second, but a bright light pierced my lids.“What’s going on?” Emma asked.The light seemed to be coming from between us.I pushed myself up to find out.The light came from my chest, or, more accurately, from my Magus mark, which hovered only an inch away from my chest.I sat back on my haunches. Emma sat up and scooted away from me. “What’s going on?” she asked again, fear tinting her voice.I shook. She'd already picked out 3 guys and one particularly sexy blonde woman that night just as she prepared to reach between her breasts to undo her bra. Just as she was on the verge of uncovering her large sexy breasts, it happened -- she saw her former CSI boss, Gil Grissom -- sitting about midway back in the crowd. Catharine almost lost her rhythm and dance flow as she realized that Gil Grissom himself had come to watch her perform. Catharine at first thought she was only imagining Gil was there,.