gone somewhere else, for she has been a
long time." Then in came Mary. "Where have you been such a long time?
Your Mistress says you have been half an hour." She got a scolding, and
the Mistress went up to bed. I told Mary to come into the garden, it was
a dark night and cloudy, and half-way down the garden I put into her,
up against the wall, then she went in, and upstairs to bed. I followed
soon, and said, "What keeps that girl up so? I have been walking in the
garden, and she has only just gone upstairs." "She ought to have come up
directly I did," said the other. I locked all the doors of the house at
night, and was the last up.

Several other risky incidents occurred in a few weeks, and then from
some suspicion I imagine, I never got a chance of having her. When I
came down to break-fast the girl was rang for to go upstairs, going out
was refused her, she was told in the middle of the day, "If you have any
letter to post, go out now, you can't go out this evening." The Mistress
seemed to stay a shorter time even in the privy than usual, and often on
some pretext sent the girl upstairs or somewhere just before she went to
the poopery. I was evidently suspected.

One day she did not. No sooner had she gone out of the back-door than I
called up Mary. "Let's do it." "I will." "I don't care if she does catch
us," said I furiously, "lean forward, look out into the garden, I will
do it dog-fashion." There was a lowish-backed easy-chair which I usually
sat in by the breakfast-table, up against which I pushed it. Anyone
stooping over it, and looking could just see through the window the head
of any one coming away from the privy. My impetuousity prevailed, I
threw up her clothes over her backside, and plugging her cunt, was soon
in ecstacies, Mary in a funk, submitting, and with me looking whilst we
fucked, out of the window for her Mistress' head, which as I have said,
we could not fail to see. But our pleasure came on, and in our joint
delight we only thought of the lubricity of our position. "Look out
darling." "Yes--I am." "Oh!--a--h!--are." "You're loo--k--look--ing?"
"Yes--oh!--ah I--be--qu--quick,--ah!--a--h!" I had spent, my belly
was still squeezed up against her bum, my prick still up her, my hands
rubbing her flesh, when I heard a footstep at the back-door. To pull
out my prick, drop my dressing-gown over it, let fall the clothes over
Mary's posteriors was the work of an instant. Rushing towards the door
I met h