Her tears hadn't stopped falling, but it wasn't far from. For some reason the way he touched her, had her thoughts pulled away from how miserable she felt and she gasped slightly, when she felt his tongue along her neck. He had started doing something new with his fingers, but she couldn't concentrate on it - her mind being pulled to the feeling at her neck, that she surprisingly enough had to admit felt nice. But his fingers had started to massage her in a way, that her nerves couldn't keep up with twitching at for long and eventually she was able to relax enough, that she felt herself leaning into his embrace just a litlle bit and pressing her neck to his lips. This was all so confusing, but it would be a while, before she would have time to sort through the feelings, he pulled forth in her. His question made her cry again though - suddenly remembering how wrong this was - and shook her head. She wasn't really lying, she told herself. She had never done, what he was doing to her. This assault on her body. Besides.. She never had gotten anything out of it in any case. No need to tell him about her failures.