This remark of mine led to unforeseen results. Emilie immediately replied that such a compliment from me was very valuable inasmuch as I was one of the finest and tallest girls she had ever seen. While saying this, she endeavored to feel my body, and, as may readily be imagined, found something quite unexpected. In fact, my silk frock stood out in front of me like a tent, ill-concealing my erection.

“Good heavens! What is this! Have you a dildo strapped on?” she exclaimed in a low tone.

“You had better look and see,” I answered, laughing.

Without a word more, she, in her turn, went down upon her knees, and to her surprise and delight found situated among the usual correct articles of underclothing – silk stockings, chemise, ornamental petticoats – an article not at all a part of a lady's toilet (except indeed when it is artificial). She found my fine throbbing prick in a fiery state of stiffness and thoroughly ready for work. She instantly grasped it with delight, and began to pump it up and down. I was ready to give her what she obviously desired, but a light footstep was heard in the corridor. She dropped my petticoats just in time, as my aunt entered the room carrying some wine.

“I have brought you some refreshment, as I promised, my child, but upon my word you don't seem to require it. You have got quite a color in your cheeks, thanks I presume to the kind attentions of my niece Augustine. But mind, my dear niece,” she wagged a finger at me, “I don't approve of even young ladies being too affectionate, it sometimes leads to nonsense, even to mischief.”

This, of course, was meant a broad hint for me to be careful, but alas the “mischief” was half done already.

“But pray, Lady Mother,” said Emily, “may I not take Mademoiselle Augustine to some of our sisters to introduce her? They will be glad to see a fresh face and hear some news about society.”