“Was that good?” Conan asked.

“It’s a start,” Red Sonja replied as she came down. “But I showed you and you’ve forgotten so quickly. I want you to place your fingers inside yourself…” Sonja guided the kneeling Cimmerian.

“Like… this…” Conan gasped as her fingers delved into her own sex. She shifted her weight on her knees and her breasts swayed slowly.

“Yes. Good girl. Exactly like that. Now take your other hand and do the same to me…” Sonja instructed as she spread her slimly muscles thighs. Conan did as instructed. She rubbed herself slowly, finding her g-spot then doing the same for Sonja.

“Oh, Crom, I found it. Oh… oh… gods…” Conan gasped as she fingered herself and Sonja.

“Good. Now close your eyes Connie. Thumb on your clit… circling slowly… oh yes, that’s it… ah… I… mmm yes…” Sonja moaned. She watched Conan, contemplating her new slavegirl. For Conan was a perfect slavegirl. Tiny. Big breasts. Perfect.