Ayane laid down in the stiff leather chair, trying in vain to get comfortable.. He claimed he had never done this before. Obviously a lie. His name was peter, older than she was used to, but not to old. He pulled out his instrument almost shyly. Her eyes widened as she saw it. It was much bigger than she expected it to be. But she still knew that it would fit. She closed her eyes not wanting to see it go in the first time. She could feel it brushing her as it went in. A small twinge of pain went through her and he stopped quite suddenly. He asked if she wanted him to continue, she thought about it for a moment before nodding carefully, trying not to incur anymore pain. He continued more carefully, pain continued in small waves. He moved delicately, with the grace of an artist, skillfully leaving her unaware of the pain about to hit her. He thrusts into her, her eyes welling up with tears as she squints them closed, but at the same time she opens wider, giving him more room. Then quite suddenly she feels something pop inside of her, and he withdraws his tool slowly, careful not to hurt her. Then he says she can stand up. He says the pain will numb sometime soon, and asked if this had been the first time she had a tooth pulled.