see it done.

It is not necessary to weary the reader by full details of how Frank
and Harry did this for them, to complete the satisfaction of their
reverend uncle, who again enjoyed the delights of being sandwiched
between his host and hostess, and helped them to realise every erotic
imagination of their hearts.

By way of conclusion it will perhaps be interesting to relate the
experiences of a young lady (none other than Minette) who paid a visit
to this charming family in later days.

The account is taken from a letter sent to a gentleman friend, to whom
she was much attached at the time.

One day we were all taken into what I imagined to be the drawing room,
but afterwards ascertained it was a place strictly confined to the
private use of the family and that but one confidential servant was
ever allowed to enter it, for the purpose of cleaning, dusting, and
keeping it in order. The walls were hung with pictures of the most
exciting character, and in the centre of the room was a huge bed,
covered with crimson velvet and stuffed with down, but without any of
the ordinary bed-clothing, instead there were a quantity of cushions
variously shaped and also covered with velvet. Some of these were
fitted with concealed dildoes, so that when pressed between the thighs
the most delightful frigging could be produced. Some were fitted with
artificial cunts for the use of gentlemen, if they felt so inclined.
There were flogging machines of every description, and various articles
of furniture for supporting the body in peculiar positions which might
be required while being fucked, sucked, or buggered.

The door was no sooner closed than I was seized by Frank and his mother
and tumbled on the bed, where they rummaged every part of my body,
bottom-hole, cunt, and bubbies, and at last forced one of the
dildo-cushions between my thighs and compelled me to frig myself upon
it, while they pulled up my clothes and slapped my poor arse for some
minutes without mercy, laughing and enjoying my screams as my tender
rump plunged up and down in exquisite pain.

Ethel was helping them by sitting on my shoulders so that I was quite
powerless, but when they presently desisted from that cruel slapping
and I felt tongue, finger, or prick alternately forced up my bottom, it
was delicious--the heat of the previous infliction making me feel so
lecherous that the spunk actually spurted from my quim as I wriggled
myself up and down on the dildo