Nah...you had a better idea...

“Masturbate,” you ordered.

She didn’t understand, so you explained. After a few comments about your perversions and degeneracy, she does as you command, unable to bring herself to disobey after all the degenerate things you’d done together. Her hands ran over her heavy breasts, tweaking her nipples, as you casually bent her into a half-circle, holding her up, as your hands joined hers in teasing and pleasing her body.

The multi-orgasmic bar wench rose swiftly towards a new orgasm as your hands run over her body and hers remain fixed on her cunt. As she started to gasp, you drove two (well-lubricated) fingers into her ass, scooping out as much of your cum as you can and dropping it into her open and gasping, grunting mouth. The sudden intrusion **** a final orgasm from her, and she tried to thrash around, kick and spasm, but your strong hands kept her cunt right above her mouth and the orgasm drove your remaining cum from her, onto her face, into her mouth, along with massive torrents of her own cum.

After licking your fingers clean and drying her face with her own hair, Brigitte stood up slowly, accepting a friendly kiss (on the cheek, you’re a bit of a hypocrite on the bodily fluids front), before dressing and helping you back into your armor. As her nimble fingers buckled your belt, she smiled and promised that any time you (and dusting you off a bit) wanted her, all you had to do was get her away from her father and she’d bend and open her fuck-hole to you, whichever one you wanted.

As she went off to clean herself up a bit more and rebraid her unbound hair, you headed back to the town, having decided to save some of your vigor for other purposes.