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talent.”
    So do you. But I do not wish to say it aloud. This
time I combine the squeezing with an up-and-down movement, bouncing gently like
an equestrian astride a fine stallion. As I rise, I release the pressure on his
cock.
    “Tighter!” he wails, fingers digging into my thighs.
    I give him what he craves, the ever-tighter clench of my
cunny. His features tell me he is almost there, almost at the point of climax.
His back arches, his hips buck and he holds on tight to my hips, preventing me
from rising. The spiraling ecstasy of his climax is etched on his face.
    I watch his face as he ejaculates, his entire body
shuddering with his release. His eyes close. His lips press together and then
part widely as he groans. In the end he relaxes, turning his head to the side,
his fingers still pressed into my thighs. Instead of dismounting, I lower my
upper body against his and we remain joined, his lingam growing flaccid
in my yoni .
    He whispers, “Thank you, India of Rajasthan.”
    I shake my head. “Thank you, Phineas, for making me see what
I could not see before. There is pleasure to be had in sexual relations.”
    He kisses the top of my head. For the longest time we lie in
each other’s arms and I listen to the comforting beat of his heart. I do not
wish this to end. Although I am not in love with Phineas, I am developing
feelings for him. He understands how my past influenced and molded me. Now he
is helping to sculpt me into a completely different woman.
    “Since you and I had never met before today, how did you
know how to please me?” I ask.
    “Rowena made it easy to anticipate your difficulties and
desires.” He strokes my hair. “She gave me your card.”
    Madam Rowena keeps cards for the ladies as well! How
shocking and inappropriate. On second thought, I understand why she does so.
“Whatever does it say?”
    “Read it.” Phineas reaches into the leather case beside the
bed and pulls out a small card.
    INDIA
    Strong-willed, opinionated, full of potential. Sometimes
stubborn, brooding and withdrawn. Months spent on Silverton Square caused much
damage to her sense of self. Shows no interest in pleasing her patrons. Would
rather be anywhere but here, but the prospects for her elsewhere are grim. Spends
so much time reading novels, I fear she has a distorted perception of reality.
Reminds me of myself in my earlier days, when I dreamed of becoming a thespian.
Perhaps this explains my keen interest in helping her kindle a passion for her
profession.
     
    She wanted to be an actress on the stage? Interesting and
unexpected. “An accurate assessment of my character,” I admit.
    “Rowena believes you are terribly frightened of her—”
    “Indeed I am!”
    “But she has your best interest at heart. She cares for all
her ladies.”
    “Phineas, she threatened to throw me back into the street!”
    “Her threat is designed to motivate you. She will not act on
it unless she feels it is absolutely necessary. Trust me.” He raises my hand to
his lips and kisses it.
    “I enjoy lying here with you. Affection is not generally
forthcoming in this profession.”
    “It can be. You need to cultivate a list of clients who see
you regularly. You will learn that many men, particularly married ones, seek
affection in addition to sexual relations.”
    Surprised, I raise my head. “Truly? I did not realize this.
It is important to be touched and spoken to.”
    “I agree. In my experience, the women who seek my company
desire conversation as much as congress.”
    “Since you have studied sexology for so many years and have published
so many papers, do you find there any areas you have not yet explored?”
    He hesitates. His mouth opens and closes again. “Yes…”
    Why doesn’t he wish to speak of it? He hasn’t held back at
all this evening. Every step of the way, he was open and communicative. “Pray
tell.”
    “Some consider this act…a perversion.”
    Frowning, I consider deeply. “Animals?” I whisper