He held out his hands, and I squirted the sanitizer into his palms. He worked the liquid thoroughly into his skin, never taking his eyes off Lisa's pussy.

Ryan paused, as though not knowing what to do next.

"Go ahead," I said.

Gingerly, almost timidly, Ryan reached a long index finger toward Lisa. He touched one lip first and ran a finger down its length.

Lisa's body noticeably shivered.

"Doing OK, Lisa?" I asked.

"Yes, it just tickled. It feels good."

"You like having a strange man's fingers on your pussy, don't you?"

"I love it," she said. I believed her.

Gradually, Ryan grew bolder. He used his fingers to...