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pleasure in the public exposure. He stood straight swollen halfway to an erection, and let his hands hang loose at his sides, The woman, whose name was Rosalind, came up to him and placed her hands on his arms. "Turn and face the room, please." Then she stepped close behind him, she could just fit her chin over his shoulder, and threaded her arms under his. He could feel her breasts and hips and the hem of her full dress as it swayed against his calves. She turned her hands so her nails pressed into his chest and dragged them down through his chest hair and across his belly to his pubis. She dug her knuckles in and pulled on the hair slowly but viciously. Cavendish could not suppress a grimace of pain, but his erection rose to completion. "There," she