Sitting on His Lap

After Phyllis filled Tom's pipe with his strongest tobacco, she slipped seductively onto his lap, struck a wooden match, and lit his pipe for him. Then she cuddled even closer against his chest, savoring the ever more helpless feeling that being encircled by his thick, rich pipe smoke rings gave her. Soon she would be his weak, unresisting plaything in his strong arms... just as she desired...