She had to continue.  She<em>had</em>to.  If she wanted to avoid the 'worse things' that the doctor had mentioned, she needed to learn and to please.  Lisle continued, even developing a crude sense of rhythm.<br/><br/>True, she panicked when she felt her throat briefly plugged, and struggled not to cough as something slick drizzled down the back of it.  True, she showed fear of retribution in her eyes as she tried to keep everything the doctor said in mind.<br/><br/>Still, she endured, even when her cheeks burned with shame at the wet eager sounds of her sucking and the moans that rose unbidden from the caresses of that swollen prong.