Ask him to touch you!

"Um, Young Master..." Her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn't dare meet his eyes, instead looking at the flaccid penis she was gently stroking. "Would you... touch me? Please?"

"Touch you where, Dylan?"

His voice caused her to un-clench her entire body. She'd been tensed for him to touch some intimate part of her, but she hadn't expected him to ask where! Her hand recoiled from Antonio's penis in shock. "Wh-Where?" she stammered, dumbfounded.

"Yes," she heard him say, eyes still on his beautiful penis. His Italian-accented voice was patient and understanding. "Where would you like me to touch you, Dylan?"

Her face was burning. She had no idea what to do now! He'd thrown her for a loop! She wanted to see what he was going to do if she asked him to touch her, to test what he would do after having set the limits for their interaction, but even she was surprised when two words left her lips! "You choose..."

Dylan pulled herself out of the crook of Antonio's arm, folding her legs under her plush bum and facing the young master in his lap. Her skirt-clad knees touched his penis... she couldn't see it, but she was acutely aware of the heat against her skin through the cloth. She forcibly put her hands in her own skirted lap, gazing down at Antonio's penis against her knees now. The sight of it was comforting... "I just... want you to touch me. B-But I want it to be your choice of where." She was starting to build up a bit of assertiveness in her words now, albeit paper-thin. "I-It would make me happy. You don't need to ask where, just... you have my permission, right this moment, to touch any part of my body you want. Please?"

There was a long silence, one where Dylan tightly clenched her eyes shut, face red with shame. Then, she heard four words, which caused her entire body to tense up in anticipation. An anticipation she wasn't sure was fear or desire...

"As you wish, Dylan."