Tracey gasped softly. Sara's order was impossible to resist. Easing the knickers off, wondering how many weeks of Tracey's pay they cost, she folded them up neatly and put them aside just like Sara's slacks before laying back down.
Leaning back in, Tracey didn't lick or kiss Sara's naked folds. Reaching up, she gently played with Sara's neatly trimmed, brunette curls as she looked up at her. Knowing that Sara enjoyed "forcing" Tracey to do things, she was going to make her before she did anything more.
Looking up at Sara, an innocent expression on her face, a hint of genuine affection played over her features reflecting some of the mixed emotions that she felt.