Monty's heart is pounding, fluttering about wildly in their chest, their small breasts rising and falling as they inhale shakily.

Their lips part, clamp back down on the cheap polyester. "Mmrgh," they groan in the affirmative as they nod, hanging onto Justin's every word, every murmured command, and moans softly, enamored by how muffled the sound gets now that their mouth is stuffed.

Justin seems fascinated by what he's seeing, not at all appalled or baffled. This just isn't something Monty is used to experiencing and so they're not sure exactly what to do or how to react. It's why they're relieved every time the man gives a direct order. There's a safety in that.

Monty slowly pulls their thighs apart, just a bit. Not nearly enough to be lewd, yet. But welcoming.