Sarah looked at Ever somewhat confused. Was she angry with her for giving her the choice? Sarah was sure her response was somewhat heavily laced with sarcasm. And was she really as unconcerned about what was going to happen as she seemed to be implying?<br/><br/>Her thoughts were broken though as David pushed two fingers inside her. She couldn't help but gasp, closing her eyes tight and her whole body tensing. Her breathing quickened a little, became a little shallower, chest rising and falling more visibly. She felt her cheeks flush again, knowing the truth of what David was saying about how wet she was. She just didn't understand why. Her brain was telling her something completely different. She squirmed a little as his finger brusheed her ass, trying to pull away from him, but failing. At the suggestion that she wanted to tell Ever what to do... to help David in what he was doing, she shook her head. She had agreed to this in an effort to try and help Ever... not the other way around. Her stomach tightened at the idea of having no control as a contrast to her intended career. For the first time she couldn't hold David's gaze. When it came to her sexual relationships she had always preferred giving up that control. But how did David know... how could he...? She clenched her jaw and looked again at Ever still attending to David's cock. What was she thinking right then? What was her 'preference'? If she had wanted Sarah to dominate her in some way, she was going to be disappointed. But surely neither option that David had laid out was a motivation for her asking her to help her out?