At last the flushed lids that covered those saucy emerald orbs rolled open, and the thing blinked smirkingly over at the man who had been molesting her in her sham sleep. The set of those full lips was provocative, but it did not speak. Garrett, after all, had not yet spoken, so her central processor could not yet hazard an opening gambit.
“Hey, there, honey,” murmured her master leeringly. Staring straight into her experience-seeming, heavy-lidded eyes, he compressed the flesh of one bare, vulnerable n****e between his thumb and forefinger, and he watched her shudder comfortably in response.
“Hey, there, sweetie,” replied a low, husky, play voice. Smiling, she angled one round shoulder, the better to allow access to the engorged points of her burning pink erectile tissue, and she looked
