Cora watched her lady wake, such a strong beauty.  She blushed a bit at being complimented, then as Freyja lifted her breasts to examine them in full light, she felt both used and happy.  There was something commandingly sexual about how Freyja treated her.  Partly like an animal pet or slave used to satisfy her desires, and partly as a friend and traveling companion.<br/><br/>'Yes, may I sit on our lap Lady Freyja?" she asked.  She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into.  Was this going to be mearly sitting on her lap?  or a repeat of the anal filling of last night?  Her little bum was still so sore, but...  she so wanted to please her mistress.<br/><br/>Cora stood and retrieved a portion of food for Freyja, and then obediently waited for Freyja to identify just 'how' she was supposed to sit on her lap.