Seeing his welcoming smile, Amber's touch wasn't as hesitant as she stroked his beard a bit longer. His chuckle left her puzzled until she thought that it might be a chuckle of him thinking about something that she might come to experience at a later time.<br/><br/>The feeling of the sun on her relaxed her even more, as did the softness of the grass and the smell of all the flowers blooming now that winter was over and everything was growing. The backdrop music of the animals was even more relaxing, as was the sounds of the fountains. A few times Amber drew deep breaths through her nose, taking in the scents that blew around them as Sir Mark and her lay quietly.<br/><br/>Amber tensed up a little, all of a sudden he rolled her onto her stomach and gathered her hands. What was he about to do? Maybe she was wrong about him? She went still, feeling his hands bind hers behind her and then pull on the binding, making her rise her chest up off the soft grass. Almost before she could get used to that position, his hand was touching her vagina and tracing her slit, letting him feel how wet she is. What she was about to say was lost as his tongue licked at the back of her ear. All of this has completely distracted her.<br/><br/>She was even more distracted as his fingers teased her. She tried to shift her pelvis a little but he held her in place and all she could do was feel his finger on her slit. After who knows how long, Amber couldn't stop herself and she turned her head to the side, resting her cheek on the grass and moaned a needy moan. From the moment that she saw him, Mark had started to drive her insane with how much she wanted him and how much she wanted to obey him. It started with the look he gave her when he saw her inside his home, then his magnetism when they were sitting in the living room, then laying next to him when he was fully clothed and she was naked, and now how he had control over her and how the decision to bring her to orgasm or not was his, not hers.<br/>