A.—Nearly every night we used to change bedfellows for the purpose of having a fresh bit of cock, as we used to call their fingers.
Q.—Go on, tell us all about it.
A.—Some of the girls used a candle or the finger of a glove stuffed out to make a little prick, a well greased carrot was fine I can tell you. Once they nearly drove me mad with delight by fucking me with a carrot, whilst another girl used a tallow candle in my bumhole till nothing but the wick was left. But I felt awfully bad next day, and you can fancy I passed tallow when I went to the closet.
Q.—Well, and how did Ada get on?
A.—She did not sleep in our room, she was with the French governess.
Q.—Now, Ada, you must also tell us all you know.
A.—The French governess was so hairy and rude, she began by tickling my fanny till I didn't know what I was doing, then she laid me back on the bed, and forced her face between my thighs, and sucked my cunny.
Q.—Well, go on, out with everything.
A.—-After a while she would lay over me, and make me kiss her great hairy slit. Oh, you should have seen what a lot of hair she had on her belly, as black as jet right up to her navel. And then she used to wriggle about, and wet all my lips and face, which she called spending. A favorite game of hers was to make me frig her by forcing as much as I could of one of my titties into her cunt, which seemed to drive her almost wild; she would kiss my legs, feet, and any part she could reach in a frantic way whilst I was doing it.
Q.—Did she never do the same thing to you?