"Hoh that dress suits you well Neve, don't you agree Findley?" Findley who was rather ignorant about such things upon hearing his Master's words forced himself to look at Neve and take in her chosen outfit.
As his gaze roamed somewhat innocently but with a strange determination Neve couldn't help but start blushing. With crimson cheeks she awkwardly squirmed, feeling like she was being pricked by a thousand needles but as if a switch had been flipped she naturally started promoting her figure. Her arms lay languid by her sides, gently pushing her breasts together while she twisted her waist, revealing the curvature of her hips and the prominence of her ass.
She batted her eyelashes, smiled coyly and stared straight into Findley's examining eyes making damn sure he saw the misty allure in her own.
She was practically screaming take me now but unfortunately her chosen target was denser than an iron bucket.
