She was crying “O!” and calling upon the Almighty already, and I was merely stroking her upper arms gently with my fingertips, gradually approaching the sensitive hollows beside her sweet breasts. “O Lord and Saviour!” she cried, “Is this how thou mean'st to make me laugh!” I let her rest for a moment. “I hear thy plaint, lovely Princess, but thy darling teats stand witness to some quite different emotion.” I pleasured her breasts then, for a while, until she was moving beneath me, her eyes wild. “Cease from biting that pretty lip, O fair Princess,” I soothed her, “I am but preparing thee for the examination in chief, and have no wish to cause thee displeasure.”