Belafay nodded simply in response to the almost-command given by Isabelle. Feeling the warmth of her friend's lips against her own, Belafay wrapped her arms once again around the other woman to pull the two of them close together. Her eyes shut tight out of instinct, Belafay's hands blindly sought the base of Isabelle's back. Both hands coming to rest on the woman's bottom, Belafay began to caress her friend as one hand snaked up her clothes in order to brush against Isabelle's bare back.
Belafay felt the other woman's bosom press against her own and let out a small sigh as she continued to give into the pleasurable emotions that she was feeling. Her need to serve overriding her senses and amplifying the desire in her mind, Belafay fluttered her eyes open as she broke away from the kiss with Isabelle. Staring into Isabelle's eyes, with submission and docility showing very clearly on her own face, Belafay smiled softly and gave a subtle bow of her head.
"Where would you have me, Miss Isabelle?"
The words were whispered, almost breathlessly, as Belafay felt her body tensing up anxiously for what was to come.