You sit on Griffin's lap then get up quickly. "Griffin, empty your pockets." You say, wanting to be comfortable. "Can't empty empty pockets, Doll." He says, licking his bottom lip.

Your face gets warm. "So, that was your..."

"Yes, ma'am." Griffin says, looking up at you. You lick your lips and smirk, "Oh, my..."

"You want to sit down and try it?" He asks with a smirk, licking his bottom lip again.