As Lisle came down, she greeted Gerlinde's words with little more than soft sighs, ghosting across the crook of her neck.  She was still split wide, but the pounding had stopped, and her legs had stopped protesting long ago.<br/><br/><em>All day.</em><br/><br/>Lisle was sure that was probably an exaggeration, but she felt it best to answer with a soft 'm-hm'.  This part wasn't so bad.  Staying like this - better than being whipped, better than being made to use the litter box, better -<br/><br/>Then she felt the slow tug of Gerlinde's finger against her rectum.  Nerves leaped to life at the feeling of motion, and Lisle was startled by the throaty moan that came from her as she felt the finger slip free.  There was even a brief pulse through her pussy in sympathy.<br/><br/>Had she actually<em>liked</em>that?  Her upbringing still told her there was something wrong about putting anything there - sex had its place, but that other opening was supposed to only let things out, not take things in.