Syrisa waited patiently for an answer and was just about to turn around and investigate why she had not received one when Emma struck. Both of her trembling hands clamped over her sensual mouth to stifle the cry that wanted desperately to escape her tense throat. Each gentle but insistent tug pulled the soft fabric more tightly, strained cloth grinding over her most sensitive skin. The little mageling was lifted to the tips of her toes by the last few tugs that settled the fabric to nestle deep in the cleft of her shapely bottom and draw the cloth so tightly across her nethers that is was like she was wearing nothing at all to cover her modesty. Her blue eyes were as wide as they could be. She had never expected this nor did she expect the shiver of pleasure that rolled through her as Emma's hot breath licked at her ear. She did not even hear her bodyguard.<br/><br/>The only thought in her very pretty head was the need to get out of sight and fix what Emma had just done but she was afraid to move. Even standing still the sensation of the cloth so tight against her was making it unbearable. She could not stop herself though and tried to dart part Emma to go back up the stairs. Every movement made her shake as the cloth stimulated her. Even with both hands clamped over her mouth Emma could still hear the soft gasp and moan, though muffled as they were she was the only one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>