Mohini simply let Anastasius direct her body's movements while he positioned her astride him. She had hoped playing docile would simply make him leave her alone, but she had no such luck. He, for a moment acted as if he would treat her gently, then he grabbed her hair, forcing her eyes to gaze at the sight of Atnorsa and Quintus. Seeing them together, the amazonpushing herself back onto the man disgusted her. He could direct her to face them, but Mohini simply let her eyes drift shut. As the rest of her body was directed into place, she realized how she sat astride him, feeling his girth beneath her, between her legs. She heard his words drift into her ears and her lips curled in a sneer as they wafted into her thoughts. She would not torment her own breasts for this disgusting man's amusement! The she noticed the mans hands on her, his fingers slowly caressing her flesh... She couldn't hide the shiver of disgust that ran through her body from his touch and her muscles tensed involuntarily.<br/><br/>She jerked her hips forward then, before he could adjust his grip to a more secure hold, sliding herself forward down his thighs, moving her womanhood away from him. As she slid forward she twisted, trying to roll off his lap and back onto the floor. That, she felt, was safer than in this filthy roman dog's clutches.