sted the advantage travelling would be
both to the girls and myself; she had only to express the wish to have
us all together, and we were warmly invited to join them.

We passed through Switzerland, Milan, and Florence to Rome, where we
took up our residence for four months.

The Egertons and Bensons happily spent the same winter at Rome.

My rooms were in an adjoining palace to where Mr. and Mrs. Nixon and my
sisters resided, there not being accommodation for me. I thus had a
charming entresol of five rooms all to myself; one of which looked on
and over the Tiber, and was in no way overlooked. To this room we
constantly resorted for orgies.

The Egertons had passed some winters in Rome, and she had two or three
clerical lovers, and these had introduced two others to the Benson on
her former visits, and all had been accustomed to general orgies. You
may imagine the delight of these priestly debauchees when they found
themselves introduced to our circle of three fresh cunts, and such
splendid ones, and all without any mock-modest prejudices but up to
every excess of lubricity. So to five women we thus had six men, and
eventually a very handsome young priest, debauched by the others,
joined our party, and we carried on the wildest and most extravagant
orgies of every excess the most raging lust could devise. We made
chains of pricks in arseholes, the women between with dildoes strapped
round their waist, and shoved into the arsehole of the man before them,
while his prick was into the arsehole of the woman in his front.

These holy fathers had immense resources in the way of infinite
variety, stimulating to excesses of debauchery that very soon brought
the rod into requisition.

We all from time to time enjoyed the double coition, the women
invariably so at every meeting.

These holy fathers had all very fine pricks, but none so large as mine,
and many of them loved to have my prick in their arses when opportunity
offered. In such delights the winter passed rapidly away.

In the spring Mr. Nixon's health seemed very precarious, and we moved
to Naples, where from necessity our extreme indulgence in venereal
excesses was much curtailed.

In May we returned to England, but poor Mr. Nixon was evidently fucked
out. The Frankland told me that the more his health failed the more
lewd he seemed to grow. His passion for gamahuching her cunt had
increased, and even his prick seemed to gather new life as life ebbed
away,