The girl could feel his fingers rewarding her obedience as they went deep inside of her, the brushing of them against her cervix caused her to let out a pained moan that only seemed to cause her to become wetter instead of hurt. It was like she was built for pain as well as pleasure, and as long as she obeyed this man, it could only serve her well in this place. It was as if her beauty and her body were like clay, being sculpted by Kretz before his very eyes. All she needed was time.<br/><br/>A feeling of power washed over her as she opened her eyes to look at the men around her, and she could see that they were speechless. Her eyes flickered for a brief moment, their expression changing into a sultry gaze clouded over by the pleasure she was feeling. His fingers touched her lips, and she glanced up at him with a soft nod before opening her mouth to take the taste of herself into her by his fingers. It tasted salty, but had a sweetness that only pure pleasure could bring. But the young girl was disappointed when she realised he was stopping, looking up with almost a pout before his orders came.<br/><br/>"Hmm?" She tilted her head as he spoke, before her eyebrow raised with a smirk. "Ah.. I see now." It was clear that even if her body didn't know the touch of a man, her mind already knew what she must do to keep these men happy and keep their eyes on only her. She jumped off the desk with a laugh, before doing as Kretz asked of her. With a shrug, she slipped off her nightgown which was only held up by two small straps and let it fall to the ground to reveal the body that had been touched through the nightgown. She glanced over at him, taking his words to heart as she nodded. It was strange how she had transformed from a crying, screaming girl when she first arrived to something darker in just minutes. Perhaps his touch brought something out in her that had been there all along, hidden by the guise of a proper young woman trained by her father to hide her feelings and desires, only to not do the same when he went out. "I'm a good girl, sir?" That was all she had ever wanted, was to be a good girl.