Her protests died to weak moans of pleasure as he changed their positions with out ever removing his finger, leaving her sprawled on the bed, her hair loosed and spilled around her still damp it curled around her body, breasts heaving with each shuddering breath as his finger plunged ravaging her in ways she hadn't known could be.  She wanted to cry out but resisted biting her knuckle to stifle her delighted pleasured shouts to deep moans her hips shifting as his finger worked her body, still sensitive from her own play earlier.  There was a thought that, she could do worse.  after all she was a spinster, she couldn't expect such pleasures with a man in her life at this point, and, if he desired her enough to forgo niceties well that had to be good right? in it's own way?<br/><br/>"Nng AH Please."  It was building hot and tight she knew this feeling.