Kareen was a well-brought up Barrayaran girl, more or less, and probably should have been blushing just to mention the things she was now doing under the watchful eyes of a herm she barely knew. She did blush, but it was not with shame, as Mark rolled her nipples, softly, rhythmically. Instead she begged for Mala to give the word, let her turn around and face him, latch her mouth on his neck.

"No, Kareen," was the answer, as she knew it would be. The herm nodded at Mark, and Kareen heard his hitching breath as he gently, carefully slid inside her.

"So wet," Mark breathed. "Beautiful."

Kareen babbled she knew not what sweet obscenities and praise, whimpered unpatriotic blessings upon Beta Colony into the warm sphere of their lovemaking.