As much as Bridget knew she was in danger, something about this rang in her head as so deliciously right. A sudden prod against her nether lips broke the silence she'd only barely managed to maintain under Kinnley's constant assault. She moaned piteously, her thighs clenching shut did nothing to push the shadows further from her; rather it seemed to invite them further in. Bridget didn't even think of how, or what Kinnley was using to probe her there.  Everything had become questions now, but no answers came, only a slowly rising heat in her core.<br/><br/><strong>"P-please..."</strong>Bridget whispered, leaving the meaning open for Kinnley's judgement alone.