Gina let out a soft sigh, a smile spreading across her face; her Mistress was letting her touch her...<br/><br/>She took a tentative, unsteady step forward, and then another, walking forced onto her toes in the high-heeled boots. Her ass moved and swayed between stockings and garter belt before the Hound's eyes, as he stood nearly forgotten behind her.<br/><br/>Reaching the couch, she paused, gazing down at the dusky prince seated before her with open adoration. Then she stepped back, giving herself room, after a moment's consideration, to roll forward from her toes and sink to her knees between those spread legs, her dark, curly head dropping and turning to lay her cheek against a cream-smooth thigh.