Tom ran his hand down Christina's back, slowly and gently running his hand down her back, along her spine. Her pale skin, with that beautiful hair drove him wild. The other hand stayed on her perfect ass, gripping and flexing slowly.<br/><br/>"Looking forward to it? Not yet. You are dripping, but I want to know how much damage Alistair did."<br/><br/>The hand trailing down her back moved over her ass, and began gently prying at her Womanhood, slipping a finger inside. Tom listened carefully to her voice, waiting to see if it was pained.