Pieter's eyes widened, "Shiiit, with your little pencil? Nah."
Jerome unconsciously stroked himself through his pants. He looked very uncertain. "PDW, I don't think I can hurt her like that."
Pieter frowned, "You won't. She was made for you. It might take a moment for her to adjust to accommodate you but you were chosen for her pleasure. Just make sure she is ready for you, completely. True Nature will guide you."
Jerome sighed. "You're right. I can do it. She needs me to do it right."
Pieter tucked in his shirt and looped the black belt into his grey trousers. His black socks stuck out as he walked towards Jerome. He put a hand on Jerome's shoulder.
"You love her. Hurting her is not your intention. She's as nervous as you are. She's putting her trust in you. You don't have to rock her world tonight. If she's not ready you can do the other stuff that you've scarred my mind with images of.
