The girl got up, working her mouth which must feel - felt - quite strained after 30 minutes of serving as a doorstop, and stood on trembling legs - kneeling for so long left an impression before entering the flat. She straightened out though, and went over to the table as if she was on a catwalk with high heels and swaying hips. She was cautiousenough though to wait, hands folded on her back, in front of the table, looking at him with her head slightly bent, in case this was another test, silently waiting for permission to sit down. Relief and desire surged though, close to the table, close to a dinner, and her hunger made her mouth water a bit. Not that she'd eat without asking for permission though - she remembered his earlier orders.<br/><br/>So she waited, an almost innocent and submissive picture of a woman. Only her simfeed betrayed that her nipples were not just hard from the colder air outside.