Tracey laughed loudly. "Yeah, it's true. Though, don't think I can't crack the whip if you get out of line." She had lost herself in the moment and hadn't really thought of how that might have been taken wrong. Tracey quickly added, "Though, might not be much of a punishment since you like that sort of thing." She threw in a saucy wink for good measure.
"I've always been your biggest fan." Bashfully, she glanced over at her shrine to Heidi. "That never changed."
"You don't have to talk to them," Tracey assured her. She was ready accept whatever scorn they would throw at her. Not only did she really deserve it, but Heidi was worth it.
She blushed at the use of loved ones. Feeling suddenly very awkward, she joked, "How do they measure that? I mean, is there a spell or something to see if you qualify to get in?"
"Circe, yes," Tracey groaned. She didn't stop running her fingertips over Heidi's tight tummy. "I don't care if it's not my turn to touch," she growled, not removing her hand.
Letting it wander lover, she ran her fingertips under the waistband of Heidi's knickers before withdrawing it quickly. She moved her hand up to the curve of her breast and traced that next.