"I will be there, you may depend on it."
Soon after this we separated. I made my purchases, put off my departure until the next day, and at the appointed hour I was at Laura's door.
My old friend met me at the entrance.
"You have just come in time," said she, "for Horace Greenwood has just taken Olivia, one of the handsomest of my boarders, upstairs. She is from New Orleans and one of the most lascivious girls I ever saw; I have no doubt we shall see some fun."
So saying she led me upstairs and ushered me into a closet which communicated with the adjoining room. Olivia and her friend were already there. I was struck with the beauty of the couple. The girl had intensely black hair and eyes, the latter of which were lighted up with desire and passion. Her bust, which her low-necked dress allowed to be seen, was really magnificent. Her companion was a fine handsome young fellow of twenty-two or twenty-three.
"Well, darling," said Horace, pressing her voluptuous bosom close to him, "I have come to see you again. The thoughts of once more tasting the delights of your lovely person has kept me in a continued state of excitement all day. My staff is in a state of the fiercest erection."
"Let me have oracular demonstrations of the fact," said Olivia, opening his pantaloons in front; out jumped his member, stiff and erect as a poker.
"Oh you bad boy," she continued, taking it in her hand and rubbing it up and down—"how gloriously still you are. I must kiss you then, you bad child."
So saying, she took his member in her mouth and rolled her tongue over it, at the same time tickling his testicles.
"Great God!" he cried, "this is too much—I shall spend, dear girl, if you do not cease. All my blood is in a flame."