Gina sagged a little in Pretty Boy's grasp as She touched her between the legs, feeling the swollen lips and the slick wetness that had come of servicing Her. Her eyes flicked from her, to the Hound just behind her. Something was happening.<br/><br/>It was as if a pool of liquid heat began to form and bubble low in her belly, and streams of it traveled upward to settle inside her breasts, the nipples growing so hard they were visible even through the silken corset that contained them. Other streams traveled lower, coiling into that very part of her anatomy the Prince was cupping, and she couldn't help a wordless whimper through the ring gag; she felt as if she were on fire with a growing need, more desperate than the wanting that She had built up in her, and without even thinking about it, her hips bucked toward Her hand.