Price adored your thighs. He called them his "bunnies" because they were warm and squishy. He loved them.

"Bunny, come here." Price called out from the kitchen.

When you came to his side, he lifted you up on the kitchen counter and massaged your thighs. His hands ran from your hips to your knees, touching and rubbing.

"What are you doing today, sweetheart?" Price asked in a soft voice.