Gina's eyes were as attached to Pretty Boy's as he licked, and if her mouth weren't already forced open by the gag, it would have dropped open for the faint whimper that issued forth.<br/><br/>The tug of the leash was strange, and she stumbled forward a little, almost falling against him before she managed to pull herself upright, a vision of faintly tan skin enrobed in white, topped with her dark curls.