That was one wild finger fucking he was giving her, and it got to her in a big way, the urges again claiming their right although not as badly as with the four thugs on the street yesterday. Her head started to loll back, and her mouth gave an audible indication every time his fingers again had made it all the way into her. Soon she placed her hands on his scrawny shoulders and gripped them for support and orientation, as if to know which direction was upright. If Sammy would have paid close attention he would have noticed that she put her legs apart a bit more, out of her own accord, to allow him better access.<br/><br/>She still was somewhat in control of the situation, though, and so an answer to his question came quickly, although also with interruptions “Just do ... as ... you please ... I ... will tell ... you ... when to stop ... but ... do not ... bet ... on that ... happening...”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>