"Or I could get a new one that doesn't match my uniform," Annie noted, which was a more likely option considering she was already resisting thinking about how Ashley and probably one of Ashley's various assistants knew she even had this (and the butt plug!) in her possession at all.

But the hand on her hip was familiar and distracting in the face of all this shy-but-eager experimentation, and Annie languidly stretched a leg out across Diego's lap in response.