<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>Upon the exclamation at seeing the panties she had chosen, Becky felt a jolt of needy pride race it’s electric fingers up her spine. She adored Nissa and anything she could do to please her, at the very least in the bedroom, was at the top of her list. She knew how hard earned the praise could be from the blonde who often took no prisoners and suffered precisely zero fools.<br/><br/>It was also the way those hungry eyes looked her up and down, appraising her form and finding it pleasing that caused the shy nerd’s thighs to clamp together as her sex trembled with rapidly increasing need. She was very much her willing little captive as her hair was still held in her loving grip.<br/><br/>Goosebumps rose up as those perfectly manicured nails teased and tormented the canvas of her bared skin, making the brunette shudder and whimper in uncontrollable little convulses. Hardened peaks of her nipples stood proudly out through her shirt like proud little mountains. The lights from above only exaggerated this by throwing their shadows into sharp relief against the faded she-ra shirt.<br/><br/>An almost whoreish little moan at the feeling of hot moist breath against her ear and a whimper of remembered awkwardness at the words would follow.<br/><br/>It was difficult to tell which had been louder, the sharp smack on her ass which bounced happily for a moment at the attention it was shown or the yelp of surprise that was quickly muffled as Becky threw her hands over her mouth as her eyes drilled into the door, waiting for someone to walk in and check on her.<br/><br/><em>“Did you put those on for Mateo, my sweet slut?? Or did you know how sexy your ass looked in them, so you put them on this morning hoping I would see?”</em><br/><br/>It was difficult enough to answer the question with the way Anissa was looking at her and the task was not made any easier as the hands wandered her chest. She had always had a guilty pleasure for feeling objectified, but only by her girlfriend. There was the trust there, the safety of it. She loathed it in almost all other aspects but in Her hands, she turned to a mewling little puddle of need. Even now, as the palms cupped her breasts, no doubt feeling the lacy garment below her shirt, Becky felt like she was being assessed, manhandled if you’ll pardon the term, a toy only for Nissa, and she loved it.<br/><br/>Craved it.<br/><br/>She suddenly became very aware that she was chewing her bottom lip and had taken far too long to provide her with an adequate answer. Proof enough as she felt the pressure of those digits as they burrowed into her pliable meaty curves.<br/><br/>“I… I wanted to feel confident today. For both of you. I wanted to make you proud and I thought these would help me... not be... dumb in the meeting. I guess..." Boy that sounded so lame.<br/><br/>"So, well… So I got them last week and I picked them out because I thought… you’d like them. ” Even admitting. She would wear whatever Nissa picked out for her but going out on her own to the expensive fancy lingerie stores was still way out of her comfort zone.<br/><br/>She peeked up, waiting and wanting to see that familiar and yet no less thrilling fire of need burning in those loving eyes.<br/>