"Uh huh..." she spoke softly... waiting deliberately before placing another finger on him. She rose an eyebrow... intent on making him feel that he had to earn the privilege of her touch once more. As he began to define what he did... she let a single finger return to the cap of his member's tip... then a 2nd finger... and a third... gently stroking once more. She was sure to make him earn the warmth of her palms upon him once again as well as yearn for something sweeter.<br/><br/>"When it began... was she bound for you... able to anticipate the coming punishment with helplessness to do anything about it. Was she released to your care without bindings... offered the subtle glimpse of hope that if she could outrun you, she could spare herself?"<br/><br/>Then-... holding the cloth over her finger extended in a way you might attempt to polish or dust a thin gap or item needed to be cleaned... she let the tip of her finger, dressed by the expanded loin cloth glide over the tip of his member. The moistening slit... now dripping was subject not to a violent wipe... but a tender polish.<br/><br/>Yes... a tender polish.<br/><br/>She used the garment to slide along his slit and a slight trail of moisture was caused as the loin cloth expanded the accumulating liquid and caused it to brush against the rest of his tip.<br/><br/>"When it began... what did she say? Did you make her angry... that she yelled at you-..."<br/><br/>Soon... it glistened entirely the tip of his member decorated in his own precum before she inhaled and offered another cold current. This time however... it was sweeping over a glistening member. The moistness of his liquid polished over a broader surface was designed to make the chill three times more powerful and feel even a sharper cold with the simplest of breezy breaths.<br/><br/>"-... or did you make her hopelessly panicky... that she begged you to release her."