"Have you got any lube?"

You say. You figure that its better to ask the lube questions first then to give him an idea of how many fingers you'd be able to do with or without. It lets you manage the situation more through simple information control. You chuckle inside as the thought dawns on you that a Cambridge degree is actually helping you out in the porn industry. Tyrone enthusiastically replies.

"Yeah. Of course."

He steps carefully over to his bag, the lube question seeming to renew 'Little Tyrones' attempts at bursting out of his cloth prison. He reaches down and picks up a large bottle of body lubricant and a pack of wet wipes, pauses, then reaches down again picking up a clear plastic zip-lock bag. As he walks back over you can see a long, seemingly thick, black phallus in the bag and a purple sparkling jewel, but he drops the bag on to the desk and and continues over to you, passing you the lube and the wipes.

The bottle is large, 500ml, black with pink writing declaring 'Feminine Excitement' and 'Latex free', with a pump at the top. As you prepare to squirt some on to your left hand Tyrone says.

"Try to just keep it on your fingers, it'll look better if it has the appearance of no lube used. And. How many fingers?"

You decide to pick your words carefully as you squirt small dollops of the gel on to your fingers, knowing that now, if you cover four fingers in lube he's going to expect four.

"I try a couple to start with and if I'm comfortable I might try some more."

A sly grin crawls across Tyrones face and he says.

"I like it. Say when you're ready. And try to fit the same number of fingers into that pretty pussy of yours too. But keep it comfortable. I want your face to exude a girl loving her holes being stretched not one hurting herself."

Tyrone bends to give his dick some respite as you rub the gel into your fingers and move your hands over your holes.