to feign
profound sleep, and so let her take all the initiative, or whether to
pretend that the novelty of the bed, and thinking over her affectionate
kindness to me had kept me awake. I decided upon pretending to be sound
asleep, chiefly that I might see how she would carry out her designs,
and also as allowing me to play the surprised one.

In little more than half an hour after all had retired to rest I saw
the glimmer of light through the key hole. I had studied a pose that
would facilitate matters. I lay on my back, the clothes partially
thrown off my breast, and the hand next to the side on which she must
approach, placed above my head. Of course my cock was at full stand and
as I had thrown off the heavy counterpane, it easily lifted up, and
bulged out the sheet and light blanket. I closed my eyes, and breathed
heavily. The door was gently opened, and she entered. She turned to
close it, and I gave a peep through a half-opened eye, and saw that she
had only on a loose _robe de chambre_, which was thrown open in
turning, so that I could see there was nothing but her shift below. I
even caught sight of her beautiful bosom, which at once caused my prick
to throb almost to bursting, so that when she came to my side, it stood
up most manfully. She paused, evidently intent on the sight. She then
held the light towards me, and spoke in an undertone, asking me if I
was awake. Of course I only breathed the heavier, and lay with my mouth
half open, as if in the very deepest first slumber. She then turned her
attention to the bulging-out substance, and ventured to touch it
gently; then, growing bolder, she still more gently grasped it from
above the clothes, and then turned the light on my face, but I gave not
a sign. She then put the candle down, and, taking a chair, sat down
close to the bed. Here she again spoke to me in a subdued tone. Finding
no cessation of the deep breathing, she gently insinuated her hand
below the already favourably turned-down bedclothes, and with great
care slipped it down to my prick, which she grasped softly. I could now
feel her whole body tremble, her breath came fast and short. She passed
her hand gently up from the root to the head, its size evidently
greatly exciting her. When she grasped the head, it gave a powerful
throb. She eased her hand, and, I felt certain, turned to see if it had
disturbed me. But I slept on profoundly. She seemed to gain more
confidence, for both hands were now ap