A delicate flower, her innocence barely intact, she's led to a plush, velvet chair. Her eyes dart nervously, taking in the strange, erotic art adorating the room. She's told to sit, to wait. When the door opens, she gasps, her eyes widening at the sight of the massive, erect cock before her. She's told to worship it, to take it into her mouth, to pleasure it with her tiny, inexperienced hands. She hesitates, but the look in her eyes, the way she tentatively reaches out, reveals her secret desire to submit, to be used, to be defiled.