She raised her head and he saw her washing her mouth in the bowl of water which Xanthippe held before her face. When she’d finished Xanthippe wiped her mouth with the napkin. Then he worked at the handle, and the chair wound down again.
She got off Tibullus, and drew him from the chair taking him by the hand. They went over to the bed and covered themselves with the blankets. Xanthippe left the room.
They performed repeatedly while the long day turned itself to night. It was usually in the bed, or on it, or by its side, though they went over to the chair once and managed to use it in the horizontal position rather than delay and send for help. But though his c**k was in her mouth and his tongue in her slit again and again, most sessions ended with Tibullus shooting off in the proper fash
