toning. She
grabbed at it as if she meant to pull it off.

Her manners struck me as uncommon, and I began to feel uncomfortable;
but under the squeezing of my cock, and the feeling of her cunt the
usual desire to leave one's sperm up her came over me. "Let me fuck
you,--I'll give you two shillings more." Without reply she fell back
on the bed, I began to throw up her clothes. "Oh! no I can't let you
do that." I had when with strange women just then been using French
letters, and the fear of infection came over me when she would not
submit herself to my inspection. "You have got something the matter with
you, and I shan't, I said.

"Nothing of the sort," said she angrily, "I'm not gay,--I'm the
landlady,--I am married, and have three children,--they are abed in the
next room,--you may see them if you like. My lodger's gone,--you've been
here afore to see her,--I've seen you afore,--but I'm not gay, and can't
have anything the matter with me,--it's impossible." All this nearly
in a whisper. Astonished I laughed. "Don't make a noise," said she,
"I don't want the lodgers to know I am in this room, they know it's
empty,--come on," and grasping my prick again, she surrendering herself
more freely to my investigations.

"Where is your husband?" "Away on a job in the country; I haven't seen
him for three months, and have not been touched for that time, so help
me God; you may do it without fear,--there then look, if you must,"
said she, letting me throw up her clothes, and look well at her cunt,
which I opened. "I'm a quiet woman." Then she turned round, twisting
herself so that she could get hold of my cock as I stood pulling her
about. "Come on my dear." The next minute I was spending up her.

"Go on, you were so quick,--go on," said she in spasmodic utterances,
jerking her bum, clutching me to her, and using the same endearments
as any other woman,--women are all the same, from the princess to the
peasant. I had spent quickly, but shoved on as well as I could, and in a
second or two with a sigh, her cunt relaxed.

I moved out of her quickly, for fear of the ladies' fever haunted me
a little. She lay with her clothes up to her navel, till I had washed
myself. "There is no towel or soap," I said. Then she moved. "I'll get
you some,--but don't afear me,--hush!--don't make a noise,--wait five
minutes for me, lock the door, and put out the light." I stood aghast at
this request; it was in a low neighbourhood, costermongers,