At first, Carissa recoiled a bit as Charlie's fingers were brought towards her.  The woman practically cooed for her to give in and accept what was to come.   Rationally, Carissa knew that this was what she had signed up for, that it had to happen.  Rationally, she knew she was being trained for her new role.  Yet here and now, half naked with the unknown literally staring her in the face, it was in some ways one thing to understand that conceptually and quite another to be experiencing it now that it was happening.  Carissa warred within herself, the struggle evident on her face for a moment before one side grudgingly gave way.  Carissa had always been matter-of-fact practical and disliking of giving into uncertainty once she had set a course for herself.. and so it was that as Charlie pressed her dripping fingers against her lips, Carissa opened for her.  Their eyes met as those messy fingers found Carissa's tongue, pressing and sliding over her.<br/><br/>The taste was unlike anything Carissa had experienced.  Warm and salty, the perfect counterpoint to the musky scent of the horse that, combined with Charlie's cinnamony eager scent, had already been assaulting Carissa's senses.  As Charlie slowly pulled her fingers away, Carissa found herself sucking  lightly on them, as if pleading for them to stay.  The realization brought another blush to her cheeks, but for once she ignored it, not bothering to try to hide.  She gives the other woman a small, shy smile as Charlie turns away to return her attention to that throbbing and now full length dangling between them.  Carissa groans softly as Charlie's hand cups her rump, right at the spot where  she had been nipped at a moment before.  The action was so precise, it had to of been intentional!  Everything was happening so quicky now, combining conspiratorially to overwhelm and slowly awaken deep within  her a need primal and long neglected in the hesitant girl.  At Charlie's words and the thought of 'goin' first" and the admonition that with any but Dexter, she'd have 'just been taken already, ready or not' unbidden images flooded her mind.  She had always been too imaginative and curious for her own good.<br/><br/>Despite herself, Carissa was beginning to give in to what must happen, though she herself probably wasn't even fully aware of it.  Yet it was evident from the little groan she gave as Charlie cupped her rear and from the rapt attention she gave as the woman swallowed the tip into her mouth such that when Charlie finally came off him, strands of her own saliva trailing from the animal's girth to connect with her lips, Carissa is already leaning forward, only half conscious of what she was doing as she came up from below and tentatively flicks her tongue against Dexter's swollen length.  The flick becomes another and then a full lick against him just above the tip.  She paused, looking briefly to her boss for encouragement, then her plush lips wrapped around the side of the huge cock, sucking lightly as her tongue experimentally explored.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>