"<em>Butthurt</em>? Hardly the kind of..." Trish's words are cut off when she hears the office starting to seal itself off, and almost immediately she sits bolt upright in her chair... only to find the older woman's hand resting gently on her shoulder. And when the woman leans in to whisper in her ear... well, every bit of the courier is suddenly standing on edge.<br/><br/>"I... well... I do, but..." She squirms uncomfortably, looking up at the woman looming over her. Of course, her body is reacting to the touch of the woman's hand against her breast- taped up as it may be- but she's still not sure how to react. "Aren't... I mean... What about your wife?"<br/><br/>The courier's eyes dart around the room, even as her teeth dig in to her lower lip at the little tingles of pleasure that are running through her body as the woman's hand slides down her torso.