Miaren squirms a little as her breasts are anointed, but it doesn't rise to the level of actual resistance.  She is staring with rapt fascination at what is unfolding before her - and the arousal that stubbornly refuses to fade.  She shouldn't be this excited - not by what is being done to her, not by what is being done to Fern.  Still, her nipples rise to hard points with the attention and a trickle of cream seeps from her well-used and still hungry slit.