Iceland - anon sub

I watch when I think she is not looking, my heart racing as she sits and speaks. Her voice sends shivers down my spine and I feel the heat rising from below. I want to say something witty so she notices me but to no avail. I'm lost in my perfect world of worshiping her. Content at my station, knelt at the feet of the One who bears my burdens. I wait patiently for her to relax and spread her legs, allowing me a glimpse of her priceless treasure. As I gaze longingly, I hear a voice that wakes me from my reveree. The voice that put me there. I respond without knowing what the question was, "Iceland, Miss Eva?"