“Now I’ll help you into the position.”
He held Drusilla round her middle as she moved her hands along the arms of the chair and straightened her body, stretching out till her face was above Luxor’s mound. “Now I wind the chair!” he announced.
He strained at the handle. It’d looked easy when the trader’s slave had done it, but at first he couldn’t make it move at all. It seemed completely stuck. He wondered if he was turning the wrong way and tried reversing the direction, but that only seemed to jam it harder. He reversed again, and straining hard, got the thing to start to lift. He felt he looked ridiculous, standing there naked with a great big erection, bending down over the thing.
“Hades, what’s happening?” he cried out loud. “Suppose this straining damages my cocky!”
He stopped an
