Willow's were gentle caring hands that stroked life into the girl supple breast. She kissed the girl’s back and shoulders as she whisper to her, “you know you are our pet. We will love you and show you off to our friends…”  her hands are on Faythe’s belly, “and we will treat you like a family member…” her had comes from underneath and between your wet legs and spreads them slightly. “Yes our pet will be treated well, as long as she behaves.”