"I know...  if you feel compelled...  just ask."  She whispered softly,  and moved to sit on the slab across from Kristine.  One of her hands wrapped tightly around her shaft,  slowly moving her hand up and down, each pump brought a little more pearly fluid to the surface,  while the other hand went to tug upon her own nipple,  squirting a bit of warm milk on the former monk's flesh.  She kept her eyes glued to the female,  following her eyes.