<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/018/d/0/tribute_to_vargas_2___caitlin_by_oldboy1985-d4lhcyg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elisa Hart<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Clinic<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Andrew<br/><hr/><br/>She stood up one more and turned around to bend over the table. This is what she'd been waiting for. Would she like it? Hate it? Love it? She figured she'd love it, but she hoped she wasn't wrong. Nodding at his explanation, she then felt him move behind her, and she felt herself become quite aroused again. His hands spread her cheeks, and she blushed at his question.<br/><br/>"Just my fingers. I used a finger back there every time I masturbated."<br/><br/>It felt so odd to be saying that out loud, but she shrugged. Just being exposed to him like that was making her weak with need, and she forced herself to appear as together as she could. Her rosebud was dark pink and tight, but eager to be explored.