"I? You?" He echoed, one eyebrow raised questioningly. When she had no more to say, ghough, he tutted and shook his head, condemning her words that never came with a softly spoken decree. "If you have something to say, say it. If you don't, don't. I have no patience left for the beginning of sentences." He reinforced the point by clapping his hand across the bare top of her chest, his fingers catching her bosom enough to make a sound but not nearly so hard as he might hace. It was a warning that he would not be so gentle next time.<br/><br/>He bought his eyes up to hers to challenge the request for aid, held them for a brief moment, then nodded. "You may both ask and, since you already did ask, you may use me for support." He didn't sound angry, even though he did pick up on her minor fault. Instead he sounded matter of fact, which continued as he told her how he would lend such aid in what he deemed to be the proper manner. At least, proper as far as their sordidly improper relationship was concerned.<br/><br/>"I will support you, but you are not to dangle off me. Come." He offered his arm by hooking it in her direction, like countless gentlemen had done to fine ladies in the past. This was different though... He didn't want her locking arms and walking with him. He wanted his trophy as doting and needy as was socially acceptable; which, considering she was a slave, excluded little short of having her prance naked at his side. "Put your arms around mine, from behind. Your tits will press against me, and on occasion you will shift to drag your hard little nipples against me. You walk behind me and to one side, but tucked close like a needy little whore. If you must speak them you lean in and give the words solely to me; likewise I expect the full attention of your eyes. Remember that you are mine, lest I have to remind you." He somehow emphasised the position of his arm. "Show me you can do this simple thing."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>