Sommer simply lay still, just breathing, enjoying the aftermath of what they had just done. She smiled at his words, the tender kiss he lay upon her, feeling his sweat and her mingling on her body, his liquid slowly starting to leak out of her. "Thank you sir, the lesson was... wonderful," she replied, awarding him with a bright smile, for the moment not thinking about the pain he inflicted, not even the hand that gripped her neck as he had filled her with his seed. Instead she basked in the glowing warmth of her own passion, their combined heat that was slowly starting to cool.<br/><br/>Once he had risen she rolled to her stomach and pushed herself up, getting her legs beneath her and standing. She paused for a moment and looked about before spotting and scooping up her clothes, soaked from the dirty water he had thrown on her, and in which her clothes had later been left to sit. She considered putting the panties on, but with how soaked they were it would only be uncomfortable. Instead she just slipped into her outfit and began to close it up, then stopped, looking up at him, somewhat concerned. "Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, biting her lower lip softly and hoping that he was in fact finished, and that he would not be angry she had started dressing without his say so.<br/><br/>Sommer noted the alarm ringing in the background, wondering what that could signify, but she was more concerned with her own immediate fate. She studied his face, then, unable to meet his eyes for more than a moment, looked down to lock her gaze on his feet.