"I'm scared - of what's happening to me," Lisle replied, licking her lips and tasting the faint trace of musk there.  "I feel - too warm - where you're touching me... I don't<em>know</em>what to do - how to do it.  I-I thought that - was where you wanted me to lick."<br/><br/>It had been the closest place, a hair's-breadth more familiar to her tongue than anything else she was confronted with.  All the while, her extended clitoris seemed to feel the warmth of the doctor's fingers, even before contacting them.<br/><br/>Lisle's eyes closed, and she drew a scent-laden breath - it wasn't an intentional sniff, just an attempt to calm her roiling emotions.  Hormones are powerful things, however, and the musk seemed to congeal in her lungs and flow into her pelvic region.  A soft dampness began to form there, still concealed by the way her altered legs were positioned.