hitherto unfelt passed through my veins; my whole frame was inflamed. He thought that a maiden blush bepainted my cheek; for a little while he forebore his folly and busy hand……I shall ever hate those roguish hands, from the very fact that they with their fire impregnated me, tortured and wearied!
Tullia.
A nice affair!
Ottavia.
Why? having stuck his hand in my breast, he seized one of my paps, then the other; and while he was handling each of them rather hard, lo! he tossed me over on my back in spite of me.
Tullia.
Thou art blushing; the deed was accomplished.
Ottavia.
His left hand was laid on my bosom (I am stating how the thing was done), he easily overcame all my efforts: he next slipped his right hand under my petticoat. I blush, I blush to tell it.
Tullia.
Lay aside that ridiculous modesty; fancy thou art relating to thyself what thou art telling me.
Ottavia.
Having speedily lifted my petticoat above my knees, he handled my thighs. Oh! hadst thou beheld his sparkling eyes!
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