Heather continues to enjoy preening in front of her friends, having soundly shown off how dedicated her little pet man is. To some extent, Jack feels, she enjoys herself more than he'd like, and is clearly tipsy when the girls retire inside for pastries and Bella pulls her aside for girl talk.

"Sweetie? Do you want to stay here with Morgan and Cindy while we go have girl talk?" She asks cheerfully but carelessly, already pulling him out from between her breasts.

Jack hesitates a moment, not expecting he'd get the chance to be away from Heather so easily but also still unsure about Cindy. "I'll go use your powder room for a minute, okay?" Says the latter.

Jack immediately makes up his mind. "That's fine with me!" He fakes a grin at Heather, and then is left alone on the coffee table with a mildly amused Morgan.

"You look like you have something you want to tell me." She says wryly, with an unreadable expression. "Care to be a gentleman and rub out my feet a little bit, while you're at it?" She asks in the same flat tone, sitting back and propping her feet up on the coffee table in front of him.

Jack can't tell if she seems more bored or amused, and he isn't sure if that was meant to sound more like an order or a request. Heather had been telling everyone all day how Jack loved being with her as her personal pleasure slave, but what if Morgan was like Bella; and didn't care if he was forced against his will? In that case, he should stay quiet and keep playing the obedient servant for now.

Morgan waggles her toes expectantly at him and cocks her head, so...