A soft groan was the only answer that Lisle could manage as those fingers pulled out, but that groan spoke volumes.  She felt a new sensation - one of emptiness as cooler air touched that inner, heated surface.  It vanished quickly as the stretched muscle returned to its former rosebud, but it remembered.<br/><br/>"Three - fingers..." she murmured, feeling amazed and somehow still slightly repulsed by the fact.  It was worse because she<em>had</em>felt good during it.  She couldn't deny that Gerlinde's fingers were clean.  The only scent was that of sex.<br/><br/>"A nap," she sighed.  Her last near-nap had been interrupted by Kluge, and then they had gone straight into more frenetic activity.  Food was starting to sound good, but not urgent.<br/><br/>Not like in the prison.