er things, and then we went to dine.

As I bought each successive article I told my wants coarsely enough.
I felt her in the cab, and got so excited, that I pulled my cock out,
keeping it covered with my handkerchief, removing it from time to time
as I thought the sight of the cock would excite her. "The omnibus, the
omnibus" she cried out suddenly. Forgetting myself and all but my wants,
I had exposed my randy doodle just as an omnibus passed, and as I looked
up, there was the conductor laughing at me. I went to the N.... n
hotel, then just opened, and ordered a dinner; there the collars, cuffs,
gloves, and other things, she fitted on and looked at, and laid them
down, so that she could see them when dining. Gloves she had never put
on in her life before. The anticipation of the bonnet filled her with
delight; it was handsomer she was sure, than any one she ever saw Madame
wear; did I not think she would be handsomer than Madame, if as well
dressed? she was wild with conceit, and told me again how Madame had
refused to buy her things she wished; saying, that a servant could not
be allowed to wear them. This grievance had sunk deeply into her mind.
Meanwhile talking, laughing, joking, sometimes saying, "fi! fi! donc,"
sometimes, "oh! villain!" sometimes giving me a kiss, sometimes saying,
"be quiet," she ate a good dinner, drank more champagne than she was
aware of, got more and more talkative, whilst I got more and more lewd.

CHAPTER II.

Undressing.--Silk stockings and garters.--The attack.--
Foiled on the outside.--A battery.--A breech.--A tough
virginity.--Triumphant.--Sanguinary proofs.--The second
entry.--My foreskin.--Twenty-four hours fucking.--
Gamahuching.--Six days pleasure.--Camille returns.

"The bonnet will be home," said I, "let us go." "Allons, allons," so
off we went. It was dusk when we got in the cab. "I am to put on the
stockings if I give you a pair, and to feel," I said. "No man has, c'est
trop fort, you ask too much; you may put on garters below the knee."
"Why not above?" "Oh! quite different," said she, "in the fields no girl
minds putting her garter on before all the world below knee; but
above, sh! that is disgrace." Such is fashion, I have seen an Italian
market-woman stoop forward and piss whilst talking to a man (a
neighbouring stall-keeper): she saw no harm. An English woman would
burst first; yet if the Italian had put his hand rudely up her legs,
that