"...Grief in sweetest humiliation, smelling of cunt and his cum. sex poorn free eyes half-lidded as I lipped the underside of his cock, rolling my tongue-tip chiefly his balls. The appetite of master, all heady and musky with his dynamic desire, was cockayne to me. I dripped cum from the side of my daring onto my prime breast, discomfiting with my diaphoresis and the juices of another slave-girl upon my skin. The torridity of the age had faded nothing special of but the birds in the fig trees remained aphonic in the shade...."