earned.

She did not keep her time. I kept listening, and peeping out as I heard
footsteps and saw couples bent on sexual pleasure going up the stairs,
and heard them overhead walking about. This and the excitement at the
recollection of my instantaneous spend between her magnificent thighs,
my pulling about my prick and contemplating it in the glass, the moving
about of the various couples made me in such a state of randiness that I
could scarcely keep from frigging. A servant who had noticed my peeping
came in, and begged I would not look out, for customers did not like it.
Did they know where my lady lived? and would they send for her? They did
not. Then the servant came to say I had been an hour in the room,--did I
mean to wait any longer? I knew what that meant, and was about to say I
would pay for the room twice, when I heard a heavy, slow tread, and the
lady's face appeared.

I grumbled at her delay, she took my complaints quietly, she could not
come earlier, was all she said. She pulled off her bonnet, put it on the
chair, turned round, leaned her arm on the mantle-piece, and stared at
me again in a half-vacant way with her mouth slightly open, just as in
the morning. I gave her very little time to stare, for I had my hand on
her cunt in no time, and nearly spent in my trowsers as I touched it.
She tried the same game,--she would not be pulled about,--she would not
let her cunt be looked at,--if I meant to do it, do it, and have
done with it. My blood rose. "I'd be damned if I would,--nor pay, nor
anything else unless she took her gown off. So she took it off laughing,
and laid down on the sofa. Not on the bed. No she would not. Then damned
if I would do it (though I was nearly bursting). Again she laughed, and
then got on to the bed. I saw breasts of spotless purity, and exquisite
shape, bursting out over the corset, threw up the petticoats, saw the
dark hair at the bottom of the belly, and the next instant a thrust,
a moment's heaving,--quietness,--another thrust,--a sigh,--a gush of
sperm,--and again I had finished with but a minute's complete sexual
enjoyment only.

"Get up." "I won't" "Let me wash the muck out." "No."--and I pinned
her down, squeezed to her belly, grasped her haunches. "I've not done
spending." "Yes you have." A wriggle and a jerk, and I was uncunted
and swearing. She sat down on the basin, I stooped down, tore aside the
curtains, and put my hand on to her gaping cunt. She tried to rise,