She propped herself up on one elbow, her bicep–his bicep–flexing slightly under the motion, and stared down at him. The pantyhose beneath him were already in tatters,Sex Slave shredded from the workout and hanging in loose, damp strips around his thighs–Linda’s thighs. “I work hard for it,” she muttered, her tone defensive but tinged with pride. “You’ve got a home gym downstairs, right? Let’s see this power in action–abs, biceps, the whole deal.