I could hear her panting.
It occured to me that the sooner I ended the thing the less I would suffer.
Each time I was rammed forward I would arch my back and neck, tilt everything of me into this hooking curve of a thing, bumping The Man in the Boat.
Suddenly I was ripped out of that terrible tunnel.
Sarah held me up to her face.
Come, you damned fiend of a thing! Come!" she demanded.
Sarah was totally drunk on wine and passion.
I felt myself being rushed back into the tunnel.
She worked me rapidly back and forth.
Then suddenly I sucked air into my lungs to increase my size and then I gathered saliva intlo my jaws and spit it out---once, twice, 3 times, 4, 5, six times, then I stopped...The stench increased beyond all imagination and then, at last, I was lifted out into the air.
Sarah lifted me into the lamplight and began kissing me all over my head and shoulders.
O, my darling! o, my precious little cock! I love you!" Then she kissed me with those horrible red and painted lips.
