Aisha inhaled sharply as Astur's fingers worked their way behind her skirt. She had been standing too close, she had let her seeming position of dominance lull her.<br/>His fingers found her, and now Aisha found herself in an awkward position -she had him held for now, she could strike hard and debilitate him, or she could distance herself -but if she relaxed her grip even a bit, he could lash out at her...<br/>Aisha panted as his fingers worked at her, she tightened her grip on his arm, pulled it up to the point of its endurance... now she had to strike...