There. With the tie securely doing the gagging, now Slaine won't have to hear Sheryl potentially nag at him, even if he's still concerned. The way she attempts to twist her body and make noise causes his eyebrows to knit together, but his expression soon fades into something else as he tries his best to contain his nerves.

Now what? She's practically at his mercy, bound and gagged, and here he is, sitting on her with a look that's best described as the classic "deer in headlights". The sounds of his own heart beating against his chest drum in his ears, far difficult for him to ignore. Slaine takes a moment to close his eyes and sigh, a little louder than intended but he has to concentrate — focus on the woman beneath him.

Shifting a little downward, he lets his fingers grab on to the flimsy ties holding her thong in place. A shame about the ropes, really; they're in the way, or else he'd tug on the lacy undergarment and slide it down those legs (long, lean, and beautiful). So instead, Sheryl will hear a quiet rip break the silence, cool air touching her hips as the fabric is tugged off her body. Slaine makes a mental note to buy a new thong, but hey, at least he won't hear her complain.