dge was so inflamed at the tale of the
professor sodomizing the boy with the big prick that he declared he
should never rest until Frank had procured him the same pleasure.

"Let me see," he said, "if I can think of a handsome, finely developed
youth, who we can invite here some day for you to experimentalize upon.
Yes, there's young Harry Mortimer. He has got a fine looking lump in
his trousers--a perfect Adonis--I've often longed to handle his cock."

"You old sinner," laughed his wife, "I always thought you a strictly
moral man. And to think your ideas ever ran in such a beastly course.
I, too, must confess, now Frank's mesmerism has made us all free with
one another, how hard it has often been for me to retain my reputation
as a chaste wife. Why there's Dr. Stroker, our rector, who has tried me
dozens of times, and once actually showed me his fine tool when we were
alone in the drawing room. What a beauty it was! I almost fainted with
desire."

"Ah," said Ethel, "that's nothing to what he did with me, when I had to
go to the rectory to prepare for confirmation. I was always alone with
him. He used to laugh and tell me that religion was all humbug, he
himself only followed and preached it as his trade, to get a good
living. He would draw me on his lap, put his hands up my clothes, and
tell me my cunny would soon have a crop of beautiful soft hair on it.
And one day he threw me back and kissed my cunt till I fainted, and
when I came round my clothes were up to my waist, and he was standing
between my legs as they hung over the side of the sofa and frigging
himself so as to spend all over my belly, and after all would not let
me go home till I had kissed and handled his cock. That was just before
you sent me off to Madame Cul's school and no doubt all helped to make
Minette's touches so awfully exciting when she began to seduce me with
her wanton games."

"We'll have a game with him, Frank, my boy!" exclaimed Mr. Etheridge.
"My idea now is that we may all do what we like to enjoy ourselves,
only damn all jealousy. I'm a regular Communist now! Well, when I ride
out to-morrow I will call and ask Harry to spend an early day with you."

"Have you found anything worth reading to us yet, Frank?" asked his
Mamma.

"Yes, a little bit about the quarrels of the goddesses in heaven. It is
an old volume of the writings of the 'London Spy.' Here it is," said
Frank, taking up a book:

POEM

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