She answers reluctantly.

Trying to infer what he might require results in anxious silence. Yet since her usual scholastic wit is failing her in this context, Sasha opts instead for pure instinct – the very fiber that brought her here in the first place. Remaining steadfastly kneeling, she watches his gaze slowly roam across her body and settles upon his groin, gulping with nervousness. Blindly guessing won't remedy this situation. Struggling to control mounting panic, she takes a deep breath, hands writhing under his keen scrutiny, her attention returning to the bulge before stating "Can… I assume…" hesitation becomes audible before finishing her inquiry "that you… need release?". Embarrassment nearly brings Sasha to tears at such a crude admission; evidently, his command opens every door leading deeper down towards depravity and humiliation…

He nods, trying to push her further in her thinking. "And what would you need to do to ensure that… release?"

Looking up, Sasha's blue eyes narrow briefly in contemplation. Warmth rises in her cheeks as words struggle to escape; assuming responsibility for pleasing him could results many risks. Just moments ago, her independent spirit prevailed over duty, yet now she needs to renounce principles in order to fulfil her obligations as a servant. Swallowing hard, the words finally surface as conviction solidifies briefly: "I suppose I could… assist you", she concedes openly. Sasha slides her trembling hands towards her master’s pants, hoping that they convey assurance enough that he will limit this encounter to only this much... Yet soon reality dawns - in this position, her wants matter not. Slowly she removes his pants, the thing within springing to attention. With a light touch of her soft palms across his impressive length, she freezes at the sight, too scared to go further.

Seeing her struggle against herself pleases John immensely and he lets her continue for now. "Go on then… you know how men can be. It would be a terrible thing if I couldn't contain myself and had to seek release inside your womb." At his teasing yet intense proclamation, Sasha's face flushes ever redder. Panic mingles with regret upon imagining a physical intrusion far greater than she could handle. Knowing that her maidenhood hovers precariously on her own actions she freezes again, yet it also motivates her hands to behave accordingly. Sliding her gentle fingers along the underside of his shaft, Sasha shudders violently amidst aroused anticipation that her inner walls might become privy to similar prodding in the future. Fully invested now, her blue eyes burn with effort despite an innermost desire for everything to return to normal. Glancing down from time to time, she observes her strokes wrapping around hotly malleable flesh, causing a gradual expansion under her fingers.