Femdom Slave: Her Army Pet = Obedience

He turned to the woman that had spoken to him and if he had been drinking in that moment he would have done a spit take, she was that gorgeous.

Her lilac hair that was wet and curly was slicked backwards and his eyes travelled down her black spandex jumpsuit that was skin tight with awe. Her flawless cream skin, the small bits that were exposed, which was her massive cleavage, seemed to glow and his eyes finally returned to her face to stare into lilac eyes.

Obviously she was wearing contacts but her eyes looked so real, she looked so exotic that he placed his already forgotten drink on the counter and turned to her completely.

“I wish that was the case.”

Her red lips pulled upwards, “I’d ask if you wanted to talk about it but you don’t and I don’t care. That’s not why you’re here.”