<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/350/3/b/leo_by_jennyverse-d8a4zeh.jpg)</div>Splinter picked up on Leonardo's somewhat subtle explanation of what had happened between his siblings and their unexpected visitor, for which the turtle was grateful. It would have been embarrassing to explain what had happened in greater detail. Especially in his current predicament. He wasn't sure he could have handled it. As it was, it was already taking all of his willpower not to let out a moan as he felt Splinter directly touching his throbbing cock with her soft paw. His arms very nearly buckled beneath him as she shifted her attention to his sensitive balls; the sensation almost excruciating despite the gentleness with which she touched them. Was she trying to test him?<br/><br/>Just as he thought he wouldn't be able to take it any longer, Splinter gave him permission to get back on his feet. Gasping softly with relief, he let his feet fall back onto the floor and righted himself. The lightheadedness was quick to fade away, but his erection remained as strong as ever as he caught the wooden sword that she tossed him. As she took up her stance and motioned for him to make the first move, he wondered if he would really be able to spar this way. Even the way she stood before him was arousing to him; the way she sensually swayed making his pulse quicken and his member twitch.<br/><br/>"I..." Leonardo wasn't sure of how to answer Splinter's next question. After all, wouldn't it appear hypocritical for him to look down on what his siblings had done with his own body in the condition that it was? But as the leader of the group, wasn't he expected to hold himself to a higher standard than the others? Wasn't it his responsibility to lead by example? "I...don't..." Looking at Splinter's nude form now though...it was difficult to cling to that idea. "What they did...it was dangerous. That man could have been anybody. If they were going to do...that...it should have been with someone they...cared about."<br/><br/>He hoped that made sense. It was getting harder to formulate strong thoughts the longer this went on. He needed to try and do something to distract himself. And since he couldn't exactly just stand there any longer, he moved in to attack. Stepping closer to Mistress Splinter, he swung his practice katana at her in a horizontal arc.