Laura rose gracefully, perhaps not as gracefully as Dahlia, but then this was her first time. She made her way over to Eric...Master...and began to undo his shirt then peel it from his torso, slowly and careflully. Her gaze flickered to his manhood peeking over his waistband, her lips curving into a small smile before she could stop it. Laura hid the smile quickly and reached for his waistband.