Any jerky movements on her part would cause all to cascade again, and Letitia knew that, too, was not allowed. Hence she had kept very still while Easton removed her frilly, spotless drawers and laid them perfectly flat at her feet with the filled legs extended forward.

It was the tradition that her drawers were not to be trodden on. Such, curiously, would be a great discourtesy and an affront to her as a bride, even though she was about to be rogered by five gentlemen.

Blushing more deeply, Letitia had allowed Easton to part her legs in a wide vee and feel her cunny, which not unnaturally was moist with anticipation. Having tickled it briefly, he then stood at her side.

'Are you ready to receive-to be passed by?' he asked, and Letitia had placed her palms flat against the wall, braced herself, closed her eyes and said softly, 'Yes'. The ladies being in waiting and invisible in the drawing room, the door to the morning room was then heard to open and the first of Letitia's cock-ready champions presented himself. Trousers opened ready, he approached her quietly, avoiding stepping on her extended drawers by parting his own legs at an angle to match her own, held her glorious hips gently and probed the helmet of his knob slowly and deeply up into her quim, causing her breath to hiss out with pleasure.

In a way-Letitia now thought-it was rather as with Johnson. There were no kisses, and no caresses as such. Heavy breathing sounded, accompanied by the faintest of squishy noises as the thick, long penis worked up and down in her smooth warm slit, finally bubbling out its sperm in a way that made Letitia nip the tip of her tongue between her teeth with pleasure. Knowing well whose prick she was first taking, Letitia supressed a desire to work her hips in unison with his manly thrusts and suffered the penalty of having to remain 'modestly' still.