Anastasius smiled and murmured softly when her fingers found their way to his manhood.  He followed her glance and then met her eyes when she looked back up at him.  He cocked his head slightly, peering intently into her eyes even as his finger worked slowly deeper into her body.  He could see the unmistakable fire of lust burning in her.  But he wondered what else lay within her.  Hatred for her captors?  Undoubtedly.  But what other thoughts were locked away behind her pretty eyes?<br/><br/>He eased his finger deeper and found no resistance.  Perhaps she wasn't as untouched as her fellow slave.  A flicker of disappointment danced across his eyes at that, but he didn't dwell on it.  There was more than one claim to lay upon a woman's body.<br/><br/>"I'm not the first man to touch you am I?" he asked as his knuckle came to brush against her damp folds, "Does that make this easier or worse for you I wonder?"  He eased his finger back and free of her, lifting it to his lips and licking it slowly clean of her nectar even as his other hand continued to work softly upon her center.