Octavia had counted on him taking his time. It meant she could also take hers.

She closed her eyes for a moment. Really listened to herself. And then she got up. Pulled off the sweater, pushed down the pants. Unhooked the bra and got rid of the panties.

(Spent a very brief moment peering back and down at what the damage to her ass was like. Got a glimpse of red.)

And finally, slowly, padded towards the bathroom.