<strong>"She is doing so well." </strong>Adamion's announcement is as one with the breezy humidity circulating in the Garden.  His touches reinforce the message in a multitude of ways - the massage deep in the pearl-clotted sheath of Fern's body; the luxurious rubbing of her flushed flower's folds; those feathery brushes of Fern's clitoris.<br/><br/><strong>"She is enjoying what she needs." </strong>And now, once again, as Fern soaks in the sensations, another draught of feeling is given her senses to drink from:  The circling of Adamion's lubricated finger on her bottom's hole, its tempo and pressure in tandem with the rubbing of her sex.<br/><strong><br/>"She is calm in her obedience." </strong>That slick finger spirals unhurriedly, just revolving without entering, not piercing Fern, but opening her all the same.