orty years of age, also naked. In his
hand was a birch--with which he was gently tickling the lovely girl's
bottom.

"What does this mean?" I asked of Laura.

"That girl you see there is Rose Monson," she replied. "Nothing gives
her so much pleasure as to be soundly whipped on the bottom by her
lover. They always begin in this way. Her companion is George Coulson,
a very rich gentlemen--but watch them and you will see something
amusing."

I peeped again and saw that George was using the rod a little more
freely than when I had first looked, already the cheeks of her buttocks
were turned a rosy hue. His instrument was so stiff that it stood
boldly up against his belly.

"Harder, George," murmured Rose, her face buried in the pillow. "I
scarcely feel it, harder my dear boy, flog me harder."

George obeyed her wishes and let fall a shower of cuts on her plump
backside. He continued this for a minute or two, when suddenly throwing
down the rod he rushed to her, and to my surprise instead of entering
her by the legitimate road, he entered her _en cul_--and passing his
hand in front of her, buried two of his fingers in her hairy mount.
Every thrust of his buttocks sent his fingers deeper into her vagina,
giving her intense delight. Suddenly I saw her put her hand between her
own lily-white thighs and tickle his testicles; it immediately brought
on an emission from both of them and they sank exhausted on the bed.

Laura now led me to another apartment and again we took up our
position. Here I saw a strong man standing in the middle of the room,
holding in his arms a naked girl. Her arms were clasped around his neck
and her thighs around his hips. His instrument was buried to the very
depth in her vagina; he had one hand clasped round her body and the
other supported her bottom. He moved her rapidly up and down. Every
time he did so his staff entered in and out of her cavity and in a few
moments they both discharged.

In the next chamber I saw a somewhat different scene. A beautiful girl,
entirely naked, was seated on a low ottoman with her lovely thighs
stretched widely apart. Her lover was kneeling on the floor before her
and was caressing her lovely con with his tongue. I was so placed that
I could see his organ of speech enter in and out her ruby sheath--the
lips of which appeared to caress it lovingly. This act alone was
sufficient to make him discharge copiously at the same moment that his
tongue made her dis