Faridah swallowed hard. Though had known this was coming, it was still by no means something she could easily convince herself to do. With a slow nod, she very gingerly walked over towards where Mellisande was sitting and paused. After taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and lay across her captor's lap so that her stomach was supported by the woman's legs. Immediately she felt a surge of anticipation. It was a strange sensation, mixed with both anxiety and anticipation. She was absolutely mortified of being in such situation, and yet there was something strangely thrilling about it as well. Her backside quivered in fear, and her butt muscles clenched up, giving Mellisande a good idea of the shape of every muscle in her rear.