Amanda had teared up again as Leanna said how much she wanted Amanda to join them, though as she answered Leanna, she ignored Rebecca's posturing. It was cute, really. She did, however, raise an eyebrow as she looked at Leanna, amazed that the woman had not had the conversations with Rebecca herself. Even if they were in synch, communication was key.<br/><br/>Instead, she simply stood and stripped, a bit embarrassed as she took off the granny panties with the stockings so they would not be seen. "Lea, you already know all my limits, they're basically the same they've always been. I'll let you explain them to Rebecca when you can breath. Oh, except I've really come to enjoy a couple of lashes with a skilled hand at the single tail, still the sound alone can do it without any contact." She smirked and knelt, not minding the least watching.<br/><br/>She knelt in a trained position, knees apart, shoulders back so breasts were presented, but rather than casting her eyes down, they watched. Her hands where on her thighs--she'd been at this long enough she would not even consider touching herself without permission. She was waxed clean, her belly button the only piercing other than her ears, though she'd toyed with the idea of getting other piercings. No tats decorated her body, as that had long been reserved for being permanently claimed. But just because she behaved did not mean she was not turned on.