When first she felt the cool touch of leather upon her inner thigh, she mistook it for the nose of a dog with Naiobe's threat still ringing in her mind. She inhaled a sharp yelp, and inhaled some of the wine with it, coughing a moment before bending again to her task.<br/><br/>Her elbows quivered, feeling the boot-tip slide ever upward, until it was nuzzling her sex, stroking upon it in full view of anyone who cared to look - and Owen was looking, and clearly hating what he saw. The jarring thump upon the table, against her better judgment, made her head snap around to look at him in pleading fear, and she tried to catch his eye, to shake her head at him.