He stroked her inner thigh, fingers rubbing her own wetness along her skin.<br/><br/>"You're very wet and ready," he murmured, "Perhaps I should go get Quintus?  I think you're about ready to welcome a man between your thighs.  Or do I need to stoke this blazing little oven down here a bit more?"<br/><br/>He waited a moment longer and then resumed, a light pinch from the tongs and more stroking of her wet hole.  But then he once more stopped short of coaxing her release.<br/><br/>"You're going to beg," he said softly as his finger moved to rub her wetness into the tight ring of her ass, "And as soon as you do, I will give you the release that your body craves so desperately."<br/><br/>And once more, his fingers and the tongs were upon her body teasing and coaxing her.