Anastasius' lip curled in satisfaction to watch Atnorsa.  The swirling of her pale hair, the bounding swell of her breasts, and the look etched upon her face as blooded lips parted to let her cry out.  Then Quintus pushed her down onto the table and Anastasius let his gaze drop once more to Mohini.  His smile remained, triumphant and pleased.<br/><br/>He eased back unto one of the pillows and reached with the hand not holding Mohini's chains to pet her hair, stroking it lightly and then suddenly seizing a fistful of it to turn her head towards the Atnorsa and Quintus.<br/><br/>"You will watch them little milkmaid," he said as he used the chain to turn the rest of her body and then pulled her into his lap, pulling her leg past him so she was straddling his hips and facing away from him and towards the display before them.  The scant cloth between them did nothing to hid the steely length of Anastasius' erection as it nuzzled against her own womanly field.<br/><br/>"And you know where your hands are supposed to be," he hissed into her ear as he settled her, "Now work them milkmaid.  Pinch and twist them the way I know you wish you could to Masina... Like you know I would..."<br/><br/>Now that she was placed, his hands dropped to rest upon her hips, gently massaging as his thumbs stroked her buttocks while his fingertips brushed her inner thighs.<br/><br/>