She's not as untouched as Garrett's dreaming. Recently, in all this, yes, but as a woman... she's had experiences.

But none were good. They weren't like this, done with someone actually liked, done to make her feel good as her and not as a toy. It's a subtle difference but it's everything. And in this moment, she's already Garret's.

She'd thought little of her breasts. They were almost nothing. Not a very womanly woman, he'd thought. But now, now, now, there's heat and sensation, there's teeth and calloused fingers and she squirms and whines. As if because the heat down lower was being denied, she feels it spread through. Each part of her sings with demand, with plea.

"Please. Please.."

She doesn't know what exactly she's begging for. Simply to be touched everywhere possible like Garret's fantasizing, perhaps.