It was hard to tell if Jin had an apologetic look on her face.  She was still writhing and gasping noiselessly as her body was molested and stimulated by Wendy's experimentation with the rod.  Every so often she opened her eyelids and glanced at Wendy, but the soulful yearning expressed in those soft brown orbs was difficult to differentiate as being regret for her earlier handling or simply a desire for more stimulation.  It was a coin toss, really.