Her own bottom stirring, Gerlinde firmed her brushing of Lisle's rump.  She made the strokes more like applying wax than simple caresses; long and savory and set on keeping the girl fixed close and stirring tight.<br/><br/>Sobriety began to dissolve under the glow of lust like the stains on a mess tin around a heat tab.  Gerlinde welcomed the clarity.  She would worry about the Kommandant's deadly gravity and where it was leading all this later.  She would fret about powerlessness later.  She would sort the cancerous anatomy of her fears later.  Gerlinde had different anatomy on her mind now.<br/><br/>Lisle's reaching inspired a pang of sympathetic sadness, but this was submerged too, as the stiff, stabbing feeling of her penis trying to stretch its shaft beyond its limits and the seething warmth in her core below lifted to fill her head.  It was sad, but it was also precious.  The thought of Lisle truly as dependent as a pet got Gerlinde wriggling nearer, her panties sliding on the smooth prong of her cock.  Through that clinging cotton, a bead of wet seeped to stick to Lisle's tummy.<br/><br/>"You can call me 'Gerlinde'," Gerlinde said.  "Just like you will be Lisle to me, even as a kitty."<br/><br/>She felt she was binding tighter, trying to work into the girl.  And this smooth, strong urge to power - manifest in the dig of her prick and fingers and stare - calmed her all the more.  Gerlinde followed its direction as the pleasure blotted out the last of her moping.<br/><br/>"Drink it all now, Lisle kitty."  She instructed, saying just what her desire inspired and her warm flesh demanded.  "Drink it all, and if it's good, you may say."  Her finger lifted from where her hand clasped the glass, wiping at Lisle's soft little chin.<br/><br/>"Drink it all down as I pet you, and when you're done, just wriggle down to put your head on my thigh, and tell me you are all done."<br/><br/>And in the pause for breath that followed, Gerlinde nearly gasped, feeling how hard she was against Lisle - leaden, painful even, achingly thick.  She did what this moment accustomed her to do:  What she desired.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's hand began roaming up and down Lisle's bottom, and her hips pressed rhythmically, to and fro, in time with Lisle's suckling.