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Captain Roding strode into the parlour. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. She gripped his buttocks as she climaxed. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. To these a heavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. His orgasm was quick, spasmodic. The blast shrieked, as if exulting in its wrathful mission. I might add that in any case I should not touch Sir John’s. They want some fun, and there isn't any. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries.
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