That gasp seemed, to Gina, to be the single most delightful sound in the world, and she tried to draw it out of the woman again. She pulled her tongue away from the dusky folds, enjoying the sweet taste of her, and then slid it against the smooth skin at the very bottom of the folds, drawing slowly up through, unhurried - wanting this delight to last as long as her Mistress would allow.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked up toward her Mistress at Her words, and her warm breath soughed over her intimate skin in a trembling moan of her need.