It was a peculiar thing, but Aislyn could not reach climax without being told to. As long as she was built up to a fair amount of pleasure, the ones issuing the commands could command her climaxes, and she would, on cue. It came as no surprise when the girl was squirming and rocking against those fingers, body wreathed in pleasure, that when her doctor told her it was her time to come, that she did so without hesitation. Her moan was louder and longer than it had been before, her legs closing up on the arm that made her release possible. She gushed against those fingers, her small body gasping for air as she enjoyed the full intensity of her climax.