Gerlinde's current actions sent Lisle's thoughts into a stutter-step as the question was asked.  She had to reach back and collect the words of the question she'd been asked before Kluge came in, and then fit them into the puzzle-pieces of an answer.<br/><br/>"When - you were rubbing me?  And I looked down?  It - It looked like I was - seeing inside myself," she answered.  Gerlinde's breath and tongue were adding to the warm wet below, paradoxically fueling the burn that had started earlier.  The swollen spike of her clitoris swayed with every nudge, almost like a wagging tail in itself.<br/><br/>When Lisle had been guided to put her mouth on Gerlinde's male sex, she had felt very helpless, in a situation beyond her control.  Despite the similar position, Gerlinde looked very much in control, like a lioness feasting on the soft belly of her prey.  Like that prey, Lisle was sure that she couldn't resist.  It was already too late.