Liandra felt rather uncomfortable within her one remaining wing.  There was barely any space to move and it was making the poor girl blush immensely as she listened to the conversation on the outside, partially writhing against the inner confines of her wrapped up prison as a very embarrassing thought came into her mind.  'What if they both had sex with me in the middle of it all...it's hard enough trying to think of Camille as my owner with her scent all over me, but to have to scents in the heat of sex....I wonder if I'd eve be able to do things without their permission anymore.'  She pondered, really wanting to reach down and masturbate to relieve herself of these sexy thoughts since nobody could see her, except for the rolled up wing on the table, but she couldn't quite move her arm into the right position.