Wiebke patted her bare thigh reassuringly with her gloved hand. Her sex was dripping and swollen red. “<em>Ja</em>, these things are natural Cynthia. You are feeling all of the sensations of wanting to orgasm. Since you are a sexual virgin, these feelings are unfamiliar to you. But as I have said, the stress is necessary. Your mind is in a fragile state, and we need something to anchor it back to reality.”<br/><br/>Five minutes had passed, and that was a sufficient cool down. She twisted the base of the thin vibrator, turning it on, then held it in her hand as she would a writing utensil. With deft swabs, she slipped the tip between the folds of her vagina and massaged back and forth, the different vibrator giving off a different pitch, but once again oscillating in the rhythm of her strokes.<br/><br/>Once her cunt had been restored to its dripping state, Wiebke again changed tactic, moving the tip of the vibrator lower to her anus. With gentle pokes, she prodded at the muscle, never quite inserting it, but always allowing it to buzz and massage the skin.