Midori's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart racing even faster. The thought of being reduced to such a degrading state only served to make her wetter, her body trembling with need and arousal. "I... I-I could do that too," she managed to stammer out, meeting Angela's eyes once more. "If that's what you want."

Midori bit her lip, swallowing hard as she looked down at the floor. "I-I understand," she said softly, her voice shaking with suppressed emotion. "It's just... I want to make you happy." Her fingers flexed against Angela's skin, digging in slightly in a show of affection and support.

"Whatever you want me to do..."

The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel Angela react in kind. "Oh?" Angela asks coyly, arching her back and pressing herself further against Anthony's now-softening member. "And why is that, master?"

Anthony studies them both for a long moment before answering. "Because the two of you are perfect just the way you are." His gaze flickers between them, lingering on their intertwined bodies and the unspoken promise etched into their expressions. "

A contented sigh escapes Angela's lips, and she leans in for another kiss with Midori. This time, however, their lips brush against each other rather than lock in a passionate embrace. It's a gentle, intimate gesture that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection.

As they break apart yet again, Midori meets Anthony's gaze, her eyes filled with love and devotion. "Thank you, master," she whispers. "For giving us this chance to find ourselves together."