"I... I'm sorry," Michelle said, her face almost bright red in embarrassment, and in arousal. She had a very definate exhibitionistic streak, and a taste for humiliation and certain kinds of degredation that she barely admitted to herself, but she couldn't deny that the exposure of her past in this way had turned her on substantially, along with the memories. She wasn't sure she could move herself, worried that her arousal might be evident on the seat of her jeans. The arousal and flush deepend even further when she realised that the concious thought had probably been broadcast as well.<br/><br/>She was a little worried about what Kara now thought of her, not wanting to alienate the woman. Nobody had actively tried to throw her out yet, so she at least had an open mind. The substantial arousal she'd engendered in both of them had also not been lost on her, pushing her mind instinctively in relevant directions. This was a thought she squashed firmly, hoping it hadn't been broadcast.<br/><em>They don't want to be involved in your perverted thoughts,</em>she scolded herself.