Without even thinking I leaned forward and opened my mouth. She pulled her finger back a bit, although her scent still lingered just above my nose. "Beg to suck my finger," she ordered.

Again I should have prevented this; should have halted my humiliating fall, but all I wanted was to suck her finger, to taste her juice. "Karen, may I please lick your finger?"

"Are you sure you want to?" she questioned, the sticky, fragrant finger just poised there in front of me.

Each question weakened my resolve a bit further, "Yes."

"Yes what?" she asked.

"Yes, I don't know...Karen?" I replied, unsure what she wanted me to say....