Amber trembled lightly, feeling Sir Mark's eyes start to inspect her. She looked up at him, feeling his gaze as he started by looking at her bottom. A quick increase of her breath showed that Amber was being turned on even more from his inspection. He moved to her legs next, and it caused her breathing to quicken a little more and she felt her trembling start to increase. She had always found her legs the best feature, or that's how she thought.<br/><br/>The same changes happened as she watched him inspect her sex. Should she have shaved completely? Was he happy with the trimmed strip of hair that she had? Or did he like a bush that had a lot more hair? As he turned his attention to her breasts, Amber's breathing was clear and deep and she held herself in place even though her legs felt like they were turning to jello.<br/><br/>Amber leaned her head into his hand after she watched him close the distance between them. Her soft cheek rested against his hand and she closed her eyes, feeling excited and content. His hand moving down her arm caused her to shiver and gasp and she snapped her eyes open, looking up at him again since he was taller then her.<br/><br/>"Yes, Sir," Amber whispered, her words soft and filled with desire.<br/><br/>She shimmed a little, trying to get comfortable and to feel more of his cloth rub against her but she smiled, she felt happy and she fit against him like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She was short enough that none of their body parts poked or pushed into each of them. However, it felt strange to lay next to him, feeling the softness of his clothing against her naked flesh as she lay next to him, tucking up close to his side and resting her head on his shoulder and trapping her long curly hair under her. Some of it spread out around her but the white band kept most of it from doing that.<br/><br/>Like a cat or dog that were being petted, Amber arched up a little as his hand moved down and rubbed her pelvis and the V between her thighs and vagina. She knew that she couldn't hide how his touch was making her feel. Now she wasn't just damp, she was wet. He wanted her to relax, how could she do that when he was touching her? Plus she was trying to understand what it was about Sir Mark that made her want him so much and why his touch was making her aroused, wet, and needy.<br/><br/>She bit her bottom lip, daring to ask something, which was, "Sir? Have I pleased you? Or are you going to kick me out?"