But you are not whores.' 'Only when we get into the company of a handsome persuasive young gentleman' (I could not see I had exercised much persuasion), 'naked like this. And then, as you see, we treat him as no professional would, even were she paid for it, except perhaps at a very high price. And all for affection. There is no argument like a good standing prick on a fine young fellow to bring out a woman's randiness. While Ethel is sucking yours into order I will tell you something about ourselves, and you will then understand how we come to enjoy ourselves as inclination directs without shame or reserve. By night we are two unrestrained fuckers, like this, or will be, for Ethel, as you know, has only just begun; by day we are two respectable ladies moving in good society.' We took up a negligent pose on the broad bed, Ethel lying between my legs, supported upon her elbows and sucking my soft prick like a lollipop. Occasionally she titillated my bollocks, or 'postillioned' my anus as she called it (a word I now know to be borrowed from our inventive friends across the Channel). Her mother, spreading her thighs wide, openly frigged herself with a slow and easy motion or, from time to time, guided my hand to the sensitive aperture and made me do it for her. With the other hand she held her bosom to my mouth in order to get the delicious tickling imparted by the impact of my tongue on the point of her titty. These caresses were not without effect, for every now and again a shiver swept over her and made the tremulous flesh quiver.

The glorious obscenity of it all was faithfully reflected in the mirror, where at the same time I could see both Rose's taper fingers, covered with rings, toying with her great cunt, and her daughter's ivory bottom, with legs flung upwards, and the opening of the slit in the dim recess between. In this manner we heard.

CHAPTER 3