Trish sits back in her chair when the woman pulls away, breathing deep to try and quell the almost violent pounding of her heart in her chest. She's being toyed with again... and again, why<em>wouldn't</em>the woman have her fun? She's locked in, and the mage woman could easily overpower her if she tried to resist...<br/><br/>And so Trish watches the woman's "display" in sullen silence, taking in the little details of the woman's body in turn. As frustrating as the situation is, she has to admit- the older woman has a lot going for her. Tight core, toned muscles; basically, the body of a girl ten to fifteen years her junior. And of course, seeing it all put on display sends a little flush of heat running through the courier's core...<br/><br/>Distracting her enough that she's caught completely off guard when Inoue reaches out and grabs her by the hair, tugging her forward to the point where she almost topples forward out of the chair. Suddenly, Trish finds herself getting a<em>much</em>clearer view of the sex she had just been admiring from afar... and can hear the "gentle" voice of the director above her. Gentle like the eye of a hurricane, perhaps....<br/><br/>"My... mistress?" Trish says, her lips less than a foot away from the woman's perky little clit. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"