He cannot catch his breath. Barchetta is sitting on his face, wriggling like a worm. Is she trying to him? He hopes not, although with her it is always hard to tell. He must not lose consciousness, and he prays for it all to end soon. Just as he finishes the thought, madame squeezes hard his nipple with a wooden peg.

He cannot catch his breath. Barchetta is sitting on his face, wriggling like a worm. Is she trying to him? He hopes not, although with her it is always hard to tell. He must not lose consciousness, and he prays for it all to end soon. Just as he finishes the thought, madame squeezes hard his nipple with a wooden peg.