.

Ethel I found also (as soon as the paroxysm of spending had allayed my
feelings a little, and I was allowed to look around) was sucking her
father's prick, whilst he was frigging her.

Next, the servant Maud entered the room and was immediately stripped to
the skin and bound to a flogging machine, where they birched her
deliciously (at least it looked so to me, although she screamed and
writhed about in pain, and begged for mercy as the tears streamed down
her face), till she was on the verge of spending. She was then left to
suffer the agonies of unsatisfied desire, while we enacted all the most
lascivious things we could think of in her sight.

I took Mr. Etheridge's prick and frigged it between my bubbies, whilst
he sucked the prick of his son.

We then tickled the girl's inflamed cunt with stinging nettles, which
increased her excitement till she seemed mad with erotic delirium, and
Mr. Etheridge, to my horror, proposed that we should injure her as a
finish to our orgy for that evening.

Mr. Etheridge drove his tremendously inflamed prick into her
bottom-hole, the position in which she was suspended making the
operation awfully painful. Frank fucked the poor girl in the cunt. Mrs.
Etheridge and Ethel, with savage pleasure, each sucked and bit the
victim's nipples, causing her to writhe and scream in agony. The two
fuckers were at the same time frigging mother and daughter, whilst they
passed the sensation on to me by also manipulating my cunt and bottom.

Suddenly I heard a yell of agony, and found that Frank, just in the
moment of spending, had stabbed the girl with a small dagger which he
had concealed in his hand.

We all spent together with mingled cries of lust and delight, the
convulsive movements of the suffering girl adding immensely to the
intensity of this voluptuous emission.

However, our victim was not seriously hurt. She was convalescent in a
week's time, but was ultimately murdered, while in the act of spending,
by a voluptuary with whom she afterwards lived.

Before my visit terminated there was another orgy, in which Harry
Mortimer introduced his Aunt Clara to this amiable family circle.
Mesmerism was now quite unnecessary, Harry being as willing a votary to
the worship of Priapus as could possibly be desired by his erotic
friends.

The principal scene of the evening was a group in which the beautiful
Aunt Clara rode a St. George upon Mr. Etheridge, had Harry in her
bottom-hole, Fran