Chapter 7
There could be only one spectator of our charms apart from Pearl, and he - being my uncle - rose to view them.
"Oh, no, for I wish to bathe!" declared Elaine, all of a dither at the prospect. The hour was but five-thirty of the afternoon. The sunlight glowed pleasurably through the windows which, being French, were large and imposing. In a society which normally takes tea at four and dinner much later, it is a pleasant hour, whether in summer or by the early light of a coal fire in a dusk-laden bedroom in winter. I have frequently flirted with a c**k - as oftimes a woman's lips as well - at such times, then rose refreshed to enjoy yet others later. Such is my nature. It may not be that of others.
Having already received Phillippe's p***s in my bottom, I was stirred for further
