The convict was lost. Her mind still reeling. Words came, but only in jumbled half sentances. Incoherent. Half thoughts smashed together in a failed effort to feel vaughlt human. That whole...ordeal-was odd. Strange. Painful, and ultimately the most satisfying experience she'd had indamn near a decade. There was something about a woman who knew what she wanted...then took it. Someone who could literally beat her into a willing submission...rather then a defiant one.<br/>It takes the normally chatty con a few minutes to regain her self. For colors to stop having smells..and word to be more then funny sounds your mouth made. She rolls over after feeling to toy swat at her ass...she doesn't even want to see how large it is.<br/><span style="color: blue">"Good..."</span>she purrs. Her hand again reaching upwards. She thinks of cupping the girls chin, but instead opts to grab a handful of pink hair. She yanks the girl towards her -a tremendous feat while exhausted - and growls,<br/><span style="color: blue">"Play nice...and you can do it again.Maybe...with something smaller next time.."</span><br/>She releases the girls hair and gives her a grin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>