Isla's eyes go wide when she hears Megan agree, she resists saying 'Really?'.<br/><br/>She holds back her suprise and instead whispers simply<span style="color: olive">"Good."</span>On one hand, she can't believe this is happening. She'd be ashamed to admit she'd dreamed of this moment since moving to the city and meeting the darkhaired beauty.   Restless nights spent with meandering fingers down the front of her pants, slipping her fingers between her thighs as she thought of dismantling the lawyers porcelain veneer of  perfection and control. Of making the dark haired woman beg and plead with the little miscreant that she wouldn't even make eye contact with by day.<br/><br/>The other part of her is terrified.  She'd been dominant before , of course, but this was her first experience with -her own- submissive.  She had no delusions, if what she wanted to happen, happened, it would likely be a one time thing..but the lawyer. There was just something about her that captivated Isla. Normally she just turned a blind eye to those so stuff shirt and 'into' their work, anyone -that- into the all mighty buck had no soul to Isla . But Megan well, something told her there was more to the lawyer then she let on. Maybe she had something to prove, maybe it was for the love of her craft. Whatever it was, Isla saw it clear as day, and it captivated her.<br/><br/>So..what would happen after all of this? Why couldn't she just break her submissive and that be that. Why did she want- more- this time?<br/><br/>She shakes her head to dislodge such thoughts,  there would be time for them later.  Right now, she had to put her big girl pants on and deal with this situation properly.  She says nothing, bug lets her hands continue to meander. She needs a -full- agreement. She didn't work in the darkened areas of maybe - as they often lead to regret later on.  She tightens her grasp between Megans thighs and rests her chin on the lawyers shoulder. She watches the suited man from her new vantage point, watching carefully as he continues to punish his submissives in a manner that he saw fit.  Isla saw this as trying to get blood from a stone, simply silly pandering, but to each their own.<span style="color: olive">"I could." </span>She purrs in Megans ear , reiterating her words exactly,<span style="color: olive">"Its a real symbiotic situation...You trust in me enough to let me take you to heights you never thought possible...and I  get a warm, vibrant, electric woman placing herself, her body and her mind, in my very capable hands." </span><br/><br/>She winches when the suited man prods each woman again. Knowing she has to get Megan out of the room, she  tightens her grasp and quietly suggests,<span style="color: olive">"Are you willing to at least discuss things with me?"</span>she raises a brow hopefully, leaning in to brush her lips against the underside of Megans jaw,<span style="color: olive"> "Privately?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>