"Of course," you reply with a seductive wink.
The bunny girl falls back on the bed, understanding your intention, but keeps her outfit on. That's fine by you, after all you're appeased by a
mere touch of the breasts.
"But first, I need to know your name sweetheart."
"Eet ees Lacey, my maitresse"
You're aroused by the name of this young girl, it seems to fit her. Frilly, perky; almost in strict opposition to your dominatrix-style outfit.
As you climb on to the bed, the young girl rolls on top of you, her boobs lightly resting against your massive mammaries. She giggles and then
the two of you sink into a deep and passionate kiss. Its relatively brief, but something clicks.
You are the "maitresse" of this elegant mansion, and anyone within. You can stay as long as you want now. . . But right now, they are only two
in the mansion. A few phone calls tomorrow would fix that. . .
Your hand reaches around Lacey's side and gently caresses her generous butt. She begins to moan.
"Ohh, maitresseee!!" "Ooohh. . ."
The night passes quickly, and your bedroom romp with Lacey becomes more enjoyable with every hour.
It's the next morning when you wake up, but time no longer matters, you can stay as long as you want, and never age.
A smile and light moan escape you, and you realize that Lacey, still asleep, is rubbing against your breasts.
You wake her up, and ask her the two of you should do.