A glance away from the girl's face, down to the quaking hips at the other end of the table, steals Gerlinde's attention.  She had been thinking of pliers - thinking of surgical shears and nanoguides; of making out with a man ten years her senior in a Berlin cinema's projection office; of UFOs, bright and green and heavenly - and then all those thoughts went away.  Gerlinde had only one thought, and it fled from her lips, pulling a trail of other words with it.<br/><br/>"Oh...look at you grow.  You're getting huge."  Gerlinde said.  The girl's clitoris was like a smooth, twitching finger now.  Pink porpoise-smooth skin flashed with wet pulses inside.  The nerves were almost visible in their spreading matrix, clinging to flesh that widened and pulsed and grew.  This kind of reaction was expected but the size, the rapidity, was startling.  Gerlinde reminded herself to note this in her medical journal.<br/><br/>"Look."  She urged.  "Look."<br/><br/>In reward, she clicked the vibrator onto a deeper, swifter setting.<br/><br/>Then she looked back into the girl's eyes, giving them a chamber of ice to hide in.  Lust had Gerlinde by the neck.  Her throat felt as turgid as her cock, and while one hand stayed on the girl's face, petting, her other hand dipped to her breeches' clasp.  She ignored what that hand was doing as it sped the clasp open.<br/><br/>"It's amazing, isn't it?  I can...imagine how it feels.  As you'll soon see."  Her thumb caught the rim of her panties, blindly slipping under and trying to tug the implacable cling of the leather down.  She concentrated on drinking up all the wonder and shock and sensation tempestuous in the girl's eyes.<br/><br/>"But this was good," Gerlinde held up the finger that the girl licked.  "When you licked.  And how you're reacting.  It means this'll be easier on you than it might be.  Because, yes, you're going to be a cat - or, well, cat-like."<br/><br/>She tugged harder at her pants.  She put the other cream-moistened fingers on the girl's mouth, riding the panting peel of her lower lip in waves of musky taste.<br/><br/>"And it can be very painful.  Very painful and frightening.  I mean, any plans you might have had - dreams of becoming a great painter, or shacking up with a husband and kids, or building and flying model airplanes - those are gone."<br/><br/>The pants refused to drop over the lance of her prick.  Gerlinde fumbled, yanked.  The rigid pole in her pants bucked obstinately against the leather, tenting it and refusing to budge.  Veins and shaft roared their protest.  Gerlinde struggled the breeches to stretch forward, trying to pull it around the broad, tender pole.<br/><br/>Her words poured out in gasps, heat skating on bright blades around the ice of her eyes.  Her cherubic face fought down a blush.<br/><br/>"But if you try to please, I promise you that it will be as easy a process as possible.  I'll see to it.  You have that instinct in you; licking my finger felt right.  Some part of that rolling thing I put in you feels good.  Hold on to that."<br/><br/>The leather scraped over the timber of Gerlinde's penis.  She hissed, lips drawn, as the leather raked the tip.  It felt raw and almost painful, and amazing.  She was as shocked by how new and fresh such sensations felt as by the intensity of it.  She savored it the same way she did her first drink of hard liquor, stolen from her father's study.  Goldschlager.  Yes.  The feeling singing in glinting flakes and burning fluid inside the glass-hard tube of her cock was just like a bolt of Goldschlager.<br/><br/>"You treat me with pleasure and I promise you - what's your name?"<br/><br/>Gerlinde's penis lanced up, freed of confinement and radiant with its liberty.  Ten inches long and two and a half across, it stood at an upward angle, almost purple with arousal.  Veins cut thick across the rolling terrain of the stiff shaft.  The head had its tiny mouth messy with smelly gloss that had leaked free and broke.  It stood from the smooth bareness of her slender belly, aimed for the girl's face.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's stroking hand turned the girl's face to the side, angling it for her penis' wide angle.  She stepped in.  Distance narrowed to a shaved inch from the girl's lips.  Gerlinde wet those ruddy lips with the girl's fluid, ringed them with her pussy juice as though transforming them into her aching labia.<br/><br/>"I promise you.  Treat me with pleasure and respect, and I will keep all the pain away I can."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's cock and balls beat emphasis.