"You mean, you masturbated with sharp objects?" Toby said to her, becoming a little shocked.

"Oh, you poor, sweet creature," Toby said softly. He squeezed her gently and affectionately in a hug. "Pain is the worst possible feeling anyone can have, and for good reason. You must have lived a dreadful few years with your mother to make you want to inflict it upon yourself. I suppose that is why you used to watch porn as well… to feel sexual desire as something to escape the feelings of emptiness… when of course it would only make you feel all the more distant and alone." He gently took each of her small hands in his and examined them. "No cuts on your hands as far as I can see, so you've left those alone. That's a good start." He hesitated a moment. "I know this is probably going to sound wrong, but… would you show me your pussy? I want to check it to make sure it hasn't been damaged too much."

Toby's heartbeat quickened as Liz took off her pyjama shorts and revealed her womanhood to him. They had only met earlier today, yet already she was willing to show him her beautiful pussy. He had never attracted such desire from a girl in his life before, and his heart swelled with both happiness and affection for her. His cock bulged and strained within his trousers beneath the covers, so eager to get at the young lady's entrance, but he channelled all his willpower to suppress his desire to mate with her there and then. He was reluctant to get out of bed, put of concern as to what Liz would think of his erection, but at last, he slipped out of the covers, slid down the bed, got onto his hands and knees and crawled slowly and purposefully to where Liz lay. Her natural scent was so powerful to him now as it lightly caressed his nostrils, and he knew there and then that she was ovulating, in heat. She was ready for him. He knew though that he had a job to do, and had to continue to build the bond of trust he had established with her, and shook those thoughts out of his mind. He lowered himself down to inspect Liz's womanhood. It glistened with the girl's arousal. Using a pair of fingers, he very slowly and gently parted her soft pink vaginal lips and peered carefully inside her. "Hmm, there are a couple of nasty cuts in there." He said softly, "I'm no gynaecologist but I know something that can help heal them." He slid off the bed, strode around to his suitcase and rummaged around in it for a moment, until he found what he was looking for. "Aha, Brulidine, this is good stuff. It will help kill any bacteria in your wounds and heal them in no time." He slid back onto the bed and crawled up to Liz, opened the cream tube and squeezed some out onto one finger, before inserting it very gently into Liz's pussy. He slowly massaged the cream into the cuts, eliciting whimpers of both pain and pleasure from Liz. "Ssh, that's a good girl," he said to soothe her. He withdrew his finger from her entrance, now even wetter, and used another finger to gather up some of her vaginal fluid, licking it with pleasure. Liz's love juices were as sweet as sugar. He then couldn't resist lowering his lips down to her pussy and very gently kissing her swollen clitoris, making her squeak in pleasure.