“”You will worship me,” she said, and rolled her hips against him. His hands dig into her skin, and she moved on, her cheek brushing his as she whispered. “And I won’t even have to order you.”
“Three branches forked to make a seat, one of them even providing a prop for her back. To her right, within easy reach, was another smaller crotch into which a cigar box had been nailed. This was closed and showed on the cover a plump coquettish lady wearing a Spanish shawl.”