His finger continued to slide in and out. Cressida felt herself opening up, but shame and fear of the unknown still held her back.
“What you have to do, if I may be indelicate for a moment,” Sandhu went on, “is to imagine that you are evacuating your bowels. Don’t worry, it won’t happen. The chance of an accident is very slight. But if you imagine doing that, pushing down instead of tightening up, then you will find you can accommodate a man quite easily. Try it now.”
Blushing once again, even though her face was hidden, Cressida pushed down from inside. Immediately Sandhu’s finger moved more easily inside her. Then suddenly it got bigger.
“Now you can take two fingers, you see?” he said.
“Yes,” Cressida said, her voice hoarse, guttural almost.
Sandhu’s fingers were withdrawn; she fel
