As he peered curiously, trying to see through the forest of heavy male legs, Edward saw now that the shapely brunette enjoyed every crude, animalistic stroke, for her whimpers were not those of pain but indeed those of pleasure. Her half-seen face was contorted in a fierce smile of ecstasy as her head lolled back amid the fanned-out waves of her sable hair, and despite all the eyes that leered down at her—or perhaps because of them!—she could not help reaching up to pluck and twist at the sensitive flesh of her own lengthened n*****s. Oh, what a slut this was! Edward chuckled to himself inwardly. How whorish did a girl have to be to degrade herself so publicly, so remorselessly?
Why, this wench, he realized in wonderment, made those coyly strutting dancing girls seem as modest as a vicar’
