Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

She drops another dollop of lube on her fingers when he asks, though she's fairly sure that she's absolutely soaked already. She fits her leg over his waist to give them more room as he instructs, forehead pressing against his shoulder as she watches them, letting him take her hand, shuddering and rocking forward when their fingers brush the lips of her pussy. "I want to do this." She says softly, tucking her other knee against his chest, both legs bent and spread open. "I wanna learn...after, maybe we can-..." She glances up to meet his eyes, her own blown almost black and hazy, before she curls one finger away from his, unable to resist teasing at the slit of her pussy just a bit and she shivers. "Do as planned. But this first. You promised, Saturday..."