As the mistress felt between Sondra's legs, the young slave girl gasped and clamped her thighs shut, trying to keep her from feeling. It was too late, though, and the mistress' sensitive fingertips touched home between those soft lips. They were wet, to be sure...but with what felt like sweat trickling from her body. Not the sticky nectar of true arousal. The girl was a virgin after all, and a dance she had performed a thousand times before in practice could not be truly taboo, no matter how scandalous it appeared.<br/><br/>"Sorry." Sondra said sheepishly, then parted her thighs. Slaves had been whipped for less defiance than she had just shown.<br/><br/>"I'm very sorry, mistress."