Surprised by her spending, Gerlinde hardly heard Lisle's words.  While her hands continued their extraordinary, instinctive art, her thoughts circled.<br/><br/>It was certainly pleasurable.  How had that happened?  It had never happened before.  Certainly, she knew it was medically possible.  A premature ejaculation.  That was supposedly an embarrassing thing for a man.  Should she be embarrassed?  She wasn't.  Her cock felt dense and indulgent with pulsation, like one of the rubber cobras she used to love to sift through and sniff at Euro Disney.  Her prostate and balls cycled with a foamy whirlwind of afterglow.  Pleasure blew all the way to her breasts.<br/><br/>Gerlinde resolved that if it ever happened again, she would not sully the experience with even the briefest glint of guilt.  She smiled to herself.  Then she remembered Lisle had spoken.<br/><br/>"Oh, cold?"  She was rushing to catch up, and spoke out of habit.  "Oh, sorry.  I'll fix that."<br/><br/>Gerlinde fixed Lisle's right hand first:  Four fingers, clipped just below the second knuckle into clean, subtly rounded stubs.  Four unblinking pink eyes; four more fingers for the crowded tray.  And the little thumbs, sitting on the pile, sliced right down to the joint.  The smell of blood perfumed everything now, but the tourniquets held firm.  These two elements had Gerlinde's penis erect again, even after two ejaculations, her heavy balls stuffing some of their weighty sperm into the shaft.<br/><br/>She sniffed.  It was cold.  She was getting a bit runny.  Making a note to herself to immediately begin fusing up the stumps with synth-skin, Gerlinde made her way to the thermostat on the wall.<br/><br/>Turning on the heat, she set it to a pleasant 70 degrees Farenheit.  Warm air stormed the room, the voice of the vents low and rude.  She reflected on yet another way she was lucky - the Medical Experimentation Facility did not skimp on their climate control.  Not when some rooms had to be set to freeze an occupant or cook them alive.<br/><br/>Though she was still rigid, Gerlinde tucked her cock away.  It protested with rawness and with rough thumps, and so she let the breeches stay unfastened.  Walking up to Lisle's face, she looked down with a beatific expression.  One hand brushed Lisle's hair back, the other played in the swamp of hot semen on Lisle's satiny tummy.  She gazed into her eyes.<br/><br/>"That a bit better?  I can make it warmer or cooler."