nto a sweat. "My God what will she think of me?" I dreaded
to get off, and look her in the face, feeling so ashamed, I kissed her
taking her head in my hands, again got off, kissed all round her cunt,
and smelt its inciting aroma, asked her to be still, said I should be
all right directly. So time wore on, she never moving excepting to push
her clothes down as I rose and exposed her, nor opening her eyes, nor
uttering a word. "My God what is the matter with me, I don't know but I
can't," I said at last. Then she put quite down her clothes, and sitting
up on the sofa gave me a kiss, said, "I must go, and see about laying
the things for dinner," and off she went.

I did not stop her, but was glad when she left the room, being so
ashamed that I could not look at her. It was a relief not to have to
speak, to excuse, to explain. I was reeking with sweat from exertion and
nervous anxiety sat thinking and frigging, felt sensation of pleasure
without stiffness, and only stiffened after half-an-hour's rubbing. With
prick out and in hand, downstairs then I went, she was boiling potatoes.

"Mary come up, come, I am all right,--let me." She would not. "I can't
Master, I can't,--what will Missus think if she finds nothing ready?" Nor
could I induce her. I incited her by talk, she kept on ejaculating "oh!"
to my baudy remarks, and blushing like a rose; but I could get no more.
"If Missus comes home, and sees you through the area, what will she
say?--Pray go up Master." Yielding under the fear of being surprised, at
length up I went to the parlour.

I knew she would be up to lay the cloth, waited in the parlour till she
did, keeping my prick in hand, and trembling with anxiety. When she
had laid it, "Now," said I, "look here." "No,--no,--no,--Missus may be
home,--pray think of me." But a stiff prick close to a randy woman is a
great persuader. "Come dear, come," and I pulled her. Again she was down
on the sofa, again that divine belly was under me, again as I opened the
lips of her cunt my prick dwindled to nothing. "Hush! there's Mistress'
step,--there is the front-gate slamming. Get up,--get up, oh! let me
get up." Upstairs I rushed to my own sitting-room as I heard a knock at
the door, and had only time to button up my disgraced doodle before I
heard the woman tramping upstairs to our bed-room above. How I loathed
her!

Half-an-hour after that I sat down to dinner, having composed myself.
Mary brought up the dishes. The instant