How strange that, on entering the parlour, no one called me by name. It was simply due to the fact that I had succeeded in disguising myself better even than I had hoped. How few persons there were present.

Heavens, what a beautiful cunt! Who could be the beauty who displayed such beautiful thighs and such a lovely mount of Venus? My soldier-like instrument stood at 'Carry Arms!'

Look at the pretty doll of a girl over there, and who is that big fellow who has just passed his hand between her legs and tried to carry her off. By George, he is strongly built! What a prick he has! Aha! She kisses him for fear he might let her fall, she holds him fast by the prick and takes the liberty of shaking it.

All the organs of creation are in erection! Who could help it!

"Ladies and gentlemen," began a tall, slender woman whose well defined notch made me wish to fuzzle her on the spot, "I have taken the liberty of inviting two intimate friends to this reunion. I thought that as we were all masked and in disguise beyond recognition, there would be no harm in so doing. The ladies will be here at midnight!"

"It is twelve o'clock already," exclaimed a fat man with a broken voice who knelt down before the beauty and kissed her bower of bliss.

She bent over slightly and raising her coat-tails, displayed the most beautiful bottom in the whole world and forced him to kiss it. After this was done, he held her in spite of her struggles and went on kissing and biting gently.

The beauty soon began to enjoy herself immensely and it was an easy matter to induce her to lie down on the carpet and receive a rod long enough to make a monk jealous, into her handsome boudoir.

At this juncture a beauty with luxuriant black hair on her pussy bent over to have a better view of the performance and the 'Big Fellow' before mentioned, took advantage of the opportunity and coming behind her, raised her coat and began to rub his stiffener between the dimpled cheeks of her behind.