Chapter 34 “All very well, such a life but they are still prisoners of men!”

Lord Hoxton's dais

Journalist Edmund Molloy has been invited down to Lord Hoxton's debauched birthday weekend in Hampshire.  While he has copulated freely with several women there he regrets bringing his sweetheart, Daisy, to the event. After a number of preliminaries he has gone into the Great Hall, decorated in the Turkish manner, for the main evening's entertainment.

Inside the Great Hall the centre of one side was dominated by a large cushion-strewn divan above which was a draped canopy.  A nargile pipe sat to one side and a leopard skin hung at the rear of the kiosk behind. On it lolled Lord James and draped around him were several virtually naked Babylon girls, including Bettina.  There was no sign of Lady Caroline, to my surprise.  Just at the foot of his dais was another, lower, divan with more cushions. He was elevated above the rest of us, indeed.

“That is James’s dais.  That’s where he will have as many of his lady guests as he can!” explained Emily.

“Daisy too, I expect!” said Sarah.  “If you need  a nice pair of titties to cry on afterwards...” She cupped her breasts through her flimsy blouse. I felt a knot in my stomach.

“You need to be at this end of the Great Hall for the best view of the entertainment,” Anna had said to me as we entered.  There was a cleared oval area, like some sort of arena, scattered with cushions and Turkish carpets, in the centre of the hall and slightly closer to the doorway. This was more brightly lit and the Babylon girls were starting to congregate in the area.  Anna pointed to one of the piles of cushions to the left of Hoxton’s dais.  Large divans had been placed at the rear of the ‘seating’ area, either side of the splendid dais, covered in colourful cushions with more on the carpeted floor in front of them. Emily laughingly guided Britten onto the divan at the rear, saying that the cushions at the front might cause him to topple over, Emily was a gorgeous creature and I wondered what on earth she saw in Britten.  I sat down at the front, now quite expert in piling the cushions into a supportive seat. Sarah left her sister and went to sit with Daisy and Lord Ventnor, to our right, who were just below Hoxton's elevated area.

Sarah caught Lord Ventnor peering between her bubbies and immediately lifted the hem of her blouse to display her bust completely.  He leant forward and kissed her chest between them. Daisy then turned to Lord Ventnor and displayed her bust too.  He kissed her chest as well.  I felt like I had been kneed in the stomach by a London Scottish prop forward. He had his arm around Daisy’s waist, still.   She was stroking his arm. How could she bear it?  He was so fat! Fat but rich, I realised. Even my hoped for book sale money could not compete with his wealth and power.  Daisy looked at me looking at her and gave me a cheery wave.  She did not look guilty and I felt less guilty about my carnal adventures that weekend as a result.  The flirty presence of Sarah with them made me feel slightly better too.  A diluting effect, perhaps.

“May I join you?” It was Daphne Crozier, who had dispensed with the blouse I had seen her wearing just a few minutes ago and was proudly displaying her naked chest for all to see.  On her bottom half she wore one of the colourful long skirts worn by many other women there, with a scarf around her hips.  She too was festooned with golden necklaces and bracelets.

“Of course, Lady Crozier,” I said, trying not to look at her bosom.

“I gather we are in for some arousing performances indeed, tonight!” she said, settling down next to me, her hip touching mine.  “I do think that this is the largest gathering James has ever had for his birthday.  So many people!”  Indeed this side of the Hall was filling up as people sat down. Sir Gerald and Sir Jonty Smarme. joined Daisy and Lord Ventnor. They were accompanied by several  ladies I did not know but at least they were still dressed, albeit briefly. Elizabeth sat at their feet.  She caught my eye and waved as well.

“Isn’t she a beautiful girl?” said Emily. “Such a delicious cunt!”

 “Where is your mother?” I asked Emily.

“She is very much part of the entertainment!” she replied. I wondered what that entertainment might consist of.

In front of us now lounged all the girls from the Babylon Exploration Society, who were all practically naked, apart from necklaces, bracelets and girdles of golden cloth or just chains and coins.  One or two still wore the thigh split skirts but all had their bubbies magnificently on display.  I had never seen such a magnificent display of mammaries in my life. 

“Look at all those lovely titties!” murmured Britten.  Emily’s top dropped onto my lap almost as soon as he had finished speaking.  I turned around and Britten already had a hand squeezing one of them. All of the Babylon girls, I noticed, had had all of their intimate and underarm hair removed, like Daisy, and the girls.  It made me worry that some of the men might mistake Daisy for a Babylon girl. Would I be more upset about Daisy being intimate with someone she knew or a complete stranger?  Oh dear!

“I want to be a courtesan!” said Emily. “You’d pay to do me wouldn’t you, Mr Molloy?”

“Well, I, ah...” I stammered, conscious of Britten sat just behind me. 

“Your Highness, my Lord’s, ladies and gentlemen!” called out Lady Caroline, striding into the slightly brighter lit area at this end of the Great Hall.  “Welcome one and all to Lord Hoxton’s birthday fantasia!”  She was dressed in a long red and gold skirt worn low on the hips with a long sleeveless robe worn over the top in a rich royal blue, also fabulously decorated with gold embroidery.  She wore a soft red cap and a gauzy scarf and she was festooned with golden jewellery.  It was, perhaps, a rather less revealing costume than I was expecting from her.

“Mummy loves an audience!” said Emily.

“We transport you tonight to the mysterious orient!" said Lady Caroline.  Her stage training was apparent and she projected her voice above the hubbub of the other guests. "To old Tangier, Constantinople, Cairo or the Levant, where beautiful women are kept caged, like birds of paradise, for the pleasure of powerful men.  In exchange, these beauties live their lives in gilded luxury, lacking nothing as they while away their days, waiting to be summoned to service their masters in whatever intimate ways they desire!” continued Lady Caroline, walking among the Babylon girls and patting the head of one here and stroking the cheek of another there.

“All very well, such a life but they are still prisoners of men!” said Lady Crozier, icily.

“It is a fantasy, Lady Crozier,” said Emily.  “Enjoy it for what it is!” 

“Oh I will, indeed!” she replied,  “But it is not  a life I would seek!  Far too tedious!”

“As they wait to be summoned, the girls of the harem spend their time in idle pleasure," continued Lady Caroline.  "They eat, drink, smoke, brush each other’s hair, bathe, groom and perfume themselves!”

Almost magically, the girls from the Babylon Society, who had been sat completely still, in a static tableau, came alive as if on stage (as I suppose they were, in a way).  One brushed another’s hair, one washed another’s naked back with a sponge, one smoked at a nargile pipe.  Shockingly, one girl, who I did not know, stepped forward, squatted over a brass pot and relieved herself noisily into it.  I looked across at Hoxton who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the sight, not least because the girl, a slim brunette, looked at him throughout.  When she had finished she stepped back and another girl came and licked her parts.

“I’m wet already!” said Emily from behind me.

“So you are!” said Britten.  There was a giggle.  I did not look back.

“Of course with so many women and just one man, frustrations mount as the girls, already so familiar with one another’s bodies, start to take pleasure in themselves!”said Lady Caroline. “Their simmering passions provoking intimate moistness, erect nipples and inevitably, passionate affairs between themselves, as they explore their perfect bodies!”  Bettina, fell back on one of the cushions and started to stroke her inner thighs and caress her breasts.  I noticed Britten leaning forward at this point.  The lovely Hoshimi came and lay just in front of us on one of the dozens of oriental rugs that had been strewn across the floor. She began to gently frig herself and rotate her hips.

“Good Lord!” said Britten.

“How lovely!” said Lady Crozier.

 Another dark haired girl, one of the Italians, wearing just a girdle of gold chains, knelt down next to Hoshimi and started to oil and massage the Japanese girl's body, using the contents of a small silver flask.  Other girls from the harem tableau were settling in front of the guests; kissing and caressing. Hoshimi looked up at me and smiled.   Lady Crozier leant forward, watching intently as the Italian girl massaged Hoshimi’s breasts with her oily fingers. To my right the Chinese girl Jasmine spread her hair over Swedish Anna’s hips like a black silk scarf and began to lick her private parts. Daisy, too, was leaning forward for a better view while Lord Ventnor stroked her back. Several girls joined Hoxton on the dais and caressed him.

“This is all quite splendid,” opined Britten.

“This night, however, sees the Sultan’s birthday and there are exotic treats in store!” continued Lady Caroline, as two of the girls knelt up next to her and removed her skirt, to reveal her legs.  Her jacket reached her upper thighs which the girls were now caressing. “We have entertainments which will arouse and shock you. Sights you have never seen and tableaux you wish you could become part of.  The girls of the harem are here to entertain you and, of course, thanks to the harem mistress herself, they are entirely at your disposal.” Madame Nathalie stepped forward from the gloom, dressed in a black and gold skirt and top, to a round of applause.  She curtseyed to Lord Hoxton and blew him a kiss.

“But first, we give you the exotic dancers of the harem! The twins, Suha and Guha!”

“The Turkish Twins!” said Emily, excitedly.  Two of the Babylon girls ran in from the side, their bosoms bouncing delightfully and holding a long swathe of golden fabric between them. They stopped, some fifteen feet apart, holding the fabric taut  It formed a curtain across the central area. One girl dropped her end and revealed two slight figures who had been behind it. The two girls who were revealed to us really were as identical as humans could be.  With waist length red hair they were swathed in turquoise and gold cloth. Golden coins adorned their foreheads and gold bands their arms.  On their wrists and ankles they wore the tiny bells which jingled as they moved and they snapped small finger symbols as they undulated across the carpets to the Turkish music drifting down from the gallery above.  Even the caressing girls of the ‘harem’ stopped what they were doing to watch their sinuous dancing.  Everyone was quite rapt and I noticed Hoxton’s maids all kneeling in the doorway watching as well.  The two girls circled each other, rotating their hips increasingly lasciviously.  Gradually they pulled the light veils off each other, revealing more and more of their succulent bodies and baring their gently rounded bellies which they flexed as they shimmied and shook.   They had the ability to do stunning back bends, so that their heads almost touched the floor.  By now their skirts were reduced to nothing more than two bits of wispy gauze at front and back, revealing their lovely, toned thighs.  A few more tugs and the veils covering their busts were ripped away by each other, revealing, their round, hemispeherical  breasts which jiggled and bobbled as their dance increased in speed.  The Turkish drummer set an increasingly frantic pace as the girls removed their gauzy posterior coverings.  They shook their hips and bounced their naked bottoms at quite remarkable speed, their flesh seeming to vibrate in time with the music.  Finally, they pulled off their last veil and dropped to their knees on the floor in front of Hoxton.  Their thighs spread, their bald mounds presented, their tight slits displayed, their hands behind their backs and their busts thrust forward. They knelt for a few seconds, their perspiring skin, glistening and their chests heaving with the effort of their dance.  Hoxton stood and applauded and the whole room followed.  We all stood on our feet to cheer these remarkably gifted and erotic dancers.

“I want to learn to do that!” said Emily.

“I’ll come and watch you have your lessons!” said Britten.  Emily laughed and I heard them kiss.

Given Hoxton’s thin silk robe it was patently obvious that he was completely erect but then every man there must have been in the same state.  I certainly was. 

“Well you did enjoy that, didn’t you?” said Lady Crozier clutching my groin.

“Such skill!  Such athleticism!” I said.

“Such big, bouncing bubbies!” laughed Lady Crozier.

“My Lords, ladies and gentlemen our next entertainment will be in just a few minutes,” said Lady Caroline.  “We will serve drinks and sweetmeats.  Our lovely harem girls are at your service.  Please enjoy them and each other!  Frankly, after that, I need a little frig!”  Everyone laughed and the maids, as well as Sutton and Anderson, stepped into the room with wine, Champagne and trays of eastern delicacies.  I looked across at Hoxton who had a Turkish twin each side of him, caressing his thighs under his robe. Lady Caroline climbed onto Hoxton's Dais and kissed the twins in turn.

“I am going to caress the twins too!” said Emily.  She stood up with a tinkle of bells and stepped over to Hoxton’s elevated dais. She was soon settled next to a twin and was stroking the Turkish girl’s naked form.  As I watched them Daisy stood up and came over to us.

“Wasn’t that just a sensation?” said Daisy, sitting on my lap.  “Oh, Edmund!  No need to ask if you enjoyed it!” she gave me a kiss and then kissed Lady Crozier for good measure.

“What about me?” said Britten.  She kissed him as well.

“I feel like a bit of a caress!” said Daisy. 

“Not having one with Lord Ventnor, then?” I asked.

“Edmund,” she said sternly.

“Sorry but...”  I looked over at Lord Ventnor who had a Babylon girl on his lap who was feeding him something from her hand.  Further along I saw Mrs Attwood who had a naked Babylon girls astride her hips.  They were kissing passionately and Mrs Attwood was caressing the girl’s posterior.

“Would signorina enjoy a massage from me?” asked the Italian girl, Gina, kneeling at our feet with Hoshimi. “Or would she prefer intimacy with her handsome gentleman!”

“Well I am going to be greedy and ask for both!” said Daisy.  “Shall I take my clothes off?” The Italian girl nodded.

“The oil is not good for the clothes!” she said.  Hoshimi stood up and helped Daisy off with her clothes; a process which took but a few seconds.  I was slightly appalled that Daisy was stripping off but when I looked around the room I saw that most of the guests had removed some or all of their clothes.  Those who had been dancing naked did not seem to have bothered to replace their clothes, as I had. On the other side of the hall, in one of the curtained kiosks, behind the harem setting in the centre of the floor, a lady was already fellating a masked gentleman. Shocked at first I soon got used to the sight of unbridled passion being enacted out casually in front of me.

“What’s your name?” Daisy asked the Italian girl.

“Gina, signorina!” she replied pouring some oil on her hands from the small bottle.  “Lie on your belly here.  I will massage your legs!”

“Lovely!” said Daisy, doing as she was bidden.  “Why don’t you ask if this lovely oriental girl might do you, Edmund?” said Daisy.

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes, you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off her since she appeared!  Strip off and lie next to me!”  I actually froze at that point, suddenly embarrassed.  I really should have told Daisy about Hoshimi but the longer I knew her and the closer we became the harder it was to find the right moment.  “What’s your name, girl!” asked Daisy, as Gina began to massage her bottom.

“Hoshimi, Miss!” she answered.

“She is from Japan!” said Gina.

“Japan!  How exotic!  Come on, Edmund, who gets the chance to enjoy a Japanese girl?” said Daisy.

“Other than Japanese men,” I mused.

“Stop being coy!  Get your clothes off and let Hoshimi look at your lovely big cock!” said Daisy.  “Oh!” she gasped, as Gina slid an oily hand under her Venus mound.

Sighing, I removed my clothes, glancing around anxiously as I did so.  Why I was worried I didn’t know.  On the Dais the Turkish twins were both licking Hoxton’s exposed pole while Sarah and Emily licked their bottoms. Edith was massaging Sir Gerald’s erection and Sir Jonty was taking some woman from behind while Elizabeth watched and frigged herself.  Lady Caroline had one of the Babylon girl’s heads between her legs. I stripped off quickly and lay down on my front next to Daisy.

“On your back, I fink, sir!” said Hoshimi.

“That’s it Hoshimi!” encouraged Daisy.  I reluctantly rolled over to reveal my fully aroused manhood.

“So rubbery!” said Hoshimi, taking me in hand.

“It is...uh.. indeed!” said Daisy.  Gina seemed to have stopped any pretence of massaging Daisy and just seemed to be thrusting her fingers between Daisy’s legs, Daisy in turn was grinding her hips back against the Italian girl’s thrusts.  Hoshimi let go of me and started to massage my thighs. Her touch was so assured that I thought I might actually spend from her touch alone.

“Well, well you two do seem to be enjoying yourselves!” said Lady Crozier, who had come around to squat down next to me.  "Daisy do you think I might be allowed to caress your young man’s lovely curved manhood?”

“Do what you like!” gasped Daisy, now rather far gone.  “Christ above!” she gasped and clamped her legs on Gina’s hand. I could see the muscles in the Italian girl’s forearm relax. Lady Crozier took me in hand and started to stroke my member. 

“I’d suck it but you look rather oily!” she said.

“Why don’t you sit on it, Daphne!” suggested Daisy. I am ashamed to say that the first thing that came into my head was that Daisy was only saying that so she could be free to seduce whomsoever she wanted.

“What a lovely suggestion!.  How kind!” said Lady Crozier, standing up and removing her skirt to reveal her nakedness. She stepped astride my hips before squatting down and taking my cock in her hand.

“Slowly, the first time, Daphne!” advised Daisy.

“Sensible advice.  Oh my Lord!” said Lady Crozier as she slowly enveloped me and then, equally slowly, pulled up again.  She did not settle all the way down. I looked at my column, connecting our two bodies, which was now glistening in the candlelight.

Hoshimi came and knelt next to my shoulders.  She slipped her hand down my belly and wrapped her fingers around my shaft below where it penetrated Lady Crozier’s opening.  I later realised that she had done this to prevent me penetrating Lady Crozier too deeplym too early.  Daisy knelt the other side of me and watched, enraptured.

“I love watching people do it!” she said to Lady Crozier and leant forward and kissed her.

“It is amusing!” agreed Lady Crozier as she started to slide up and down on me. “People do lose control so entertainingly!” she indicated Judge Rowland who was now in the midst of the harem area taking his blonde ‘niece’ from behind nosily while several Babylon girls caressed them both.

“You worthless little whore!” Rowland was saying to Mavis, very loudly.  “You fucking slut!”

“I am!  I am!” gasped Mavis.  Rowland started to spank her round bottom, even as he carried on taking her. I returned my gaze to Lady Crozier. I admit to having found Lady Crozier desirable from the moment I met her, even before I had seen her trim, athletic body which was, in many ways, the complete opposite of Daisy’s rounded softness.

“Would you like a little ride to warm you up, Daisy!” Lady Crozier asked.

“Not until you have finished!” said Daisy.

“Oh I like to build slowly during these events.  Take myself gradually up towards my paroxysm but then stop. It keeps me on the very point of spending without taking me over the edge.  The climax, when it comes is all the more enjoyble.  I will not climax with Edmund just yet!”

“Why don’t we get Hoshimi to take your place!  I’d love to see how a professional does it!” said Daisy. 

“Indeed!” said Lady Crozier climbing off me.  “On you get, my sweet!” she said to Hoshimi.  Hoshimi didn’t hesitate and soon replaced Lady Crozier.  Unlike Lady Crozier she dropped all the way down on me until her smooth mound was pressing on my intimate hair.

“Can’t tell what is inside from the outside!” laughed Lady Crozier. “Such capacity!”

“I got big cunt!” said Hoshimi. “Ruckiry!”

“You certainly have!” said Lady Crozier.  She was kneeling next to Daisy and the two women were fingering each other’s intimate parts.

Hoshimi deployed all her hip grinding skills upon me, although I resisted touching her in front of Daisy. She rotated in a way that would not have shamed the dancing skills of the Turkish twins.  Round and round went her hips and up and down went her bottom.  It was rather like the schoolboy trick of rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time.

“Sit on face, Miss!” said Hoshimi to Daisy pointing at my head.  Daisy knelt up and placed herself astride my shoulders, facing Hoshimi.  My view of the Japanese girl was now replaced by the sight of Daisy’s smooth nether regions as she lowered herself on to my face.  I started to lick her already wet parts while Hoshimi started to bounce up and down on me more rapidly. I got the impression that Daisy and Hoshimi were now kissing each other and the Japanese girl’s slim fingers were pulling Daisy’s bottom cheeks apart.  I tickled her arsehole briefly with my tongue and she giggled. I was getting quite good at making Daisy come with my tongue and I soon felt her pouring forth her juices into my mouth.  She climbed off me and revealed Hoshimi’s bouncing body once more.

“Off you get Hoshimi!” I warned. The girl sat back, revealing my slimy pole.  Lady Crozier took hold of me just as I began to spend, coming all over her hand.

“Goodness me!” she said, as I dribbled, having been thoroughly drained that weekend.  “Such fun!”

“You should see him when he hasn’t been performing all day!” said Daisy.  “He pumps like a fire engine!” Daisy started to kiss and caress Hoshimi and Lady Crozier did the same with Gina, who had been watching the whole performance intently.  I sat back on the cushions, somewhat enervated and watched them caress. Gina had her fingers inside Lady Crozier now and was thrusting rapidly. Daisy started to lick Hoshimi between the legs.

“Good Lord, girl!” gasped Lady Crozier, clamping her thighs on Gina’s forearm.  Gina extracted her hand and licked her fingers. I watched as Daisy appeared to bring Hoshimi to climax, although, as Britten had once said, you could never be certain whether it was skilled acting on the Babylon girls part.  Daisy sat up, her chin glistening and looked pleased with herself.  Feeling bold I leant forward and kissed Hoshimi on the lips.  She gave me one of her lovely smiles.

“Well, well Molloy.  Here you are surrounded by lovely ladies!” said Lord Hoxton, still wearing his silk robe and turban. He had his arm around a Turkish twin. He kissed Lady Crozier on the lips even while she was fingering Gina.

“It is a simply fabulous party!” said Daisy, licking her moist looking lips  “Everyone is having so much naughty fun!”

“I am glad you are enjoying it, Daisy!  Now, I need to take you away to meet some of your admirers.  Hope you don’t mind Molloy!” Hoxton grinned at me.  It was rather difficult to object when I had had his first love in the bath that morning and on the sofa in the afternoon, albeit only for artistic purposes, I told myself.

“Of course not!” I said.  “Perhaps you should get dressed first, Daisy!”

“Perhaps I should!  Hoshimi, can I borrow some of your bracelets and, perhaps your waist chain.  Hoshimi helped Daisy on with the items, although the chain was too small for Daisy’s waist.  Hoshimi knotted it and tied it around Daisy’s thigh instead, kissing her bald mound as she did so. Gina contributed a necklace, too.  Daisy stood up.  “There how does that look?  I feel much more dressed now!” she laughed and went off arm in arm with Hoxton, her hips swaying provocatively.

“Are you certain she doesn’t like it up the arse?” asked Lady Crozier. “James will have her for sure if she does!”

“That’s what she says!” I said, admiring Daisy’s superb rear as she walked across the Great Hall to a group of waiting men and women.

Lady Crozier picked up her skirt and put it back on.  I pulled on both my trousers and my sleeveless jacket, although most people now semed to be naked or as good as.  Britten sat back on the cushions, leaning on his elbows as Gina climbed up and mounted him. I looked over at Emily on the dais.  She spotted Britten and gave him a happy wave.  She was being taken from the rear by a man I didn't know but who turned out to be, I later discovered Prince Heinrich. 

Over the next minutes almost everyone in the room seemed to be involved in some form of intimate activity.  I could not see Daisy but I could occasionally hear her laughter. She was on the Dais with around a dozen other people but was on the far side from where I was sat.  Was that her head just bobbing up and down?  I felt sick. Then I felt guilty about my double standards.

After a while Lady Caroline, dressed in just a silk sash around her waist, came to the centre of the arena, as I now liked to think of it.  Certainly even the most licentious denizens of Ancient Rome would be shocked at the goings on in Hoxton Hall at that point.

“And now for the next entertainment for the Sultan and his guests! We bring you exotica from the steaming jungles of Africa.  A mighty warrior has launched a daring solo dawn raid on a neighbouring tribe’s village and selected the princess of the tribe as his captive. Carrying her away he takes her back to his own village.  He does not stop and has many miles to cover before he feels safe.  His glistening thighs ache with the effort of running so far for so long. His poor captive has to match his speed or fall and  be dragged though the thorny brush  He is anxious to reach his barbaric hut and display his prize to his brother!”

While Lady Caroline spoke, the Babylon girls rushed around her and placed tall basket work screens in a partial circle at the back of the arena.  A Zulu shield (one of Hoxton’s, I assumed) was placed leaning against it.  A zebra skin was unrolled on the floor and several other African items, including drums, and hideous wooden statues of gods were placed around what was becoming a stage set.

“This is well done!” said Lady Crozier.  “This year, I sense that Caroline’s theatrical experience is being well employed!”

“Oh look!  It’s just so clever!” said Emily, who had returned from Lord Hoxton’s dais.  People were coming and going to it more rapidly than trains arriving and departing at Waterloo Station. Paying their respects in true Ottoman style, perhaps. I saw the girl I had danced with earlier, Catherine, was paying her respects to his manhood; stroking his length and kissing his ballocks.  I was suddenly envious of Hoxton, his life, wealth and women.  What a thing to have women fling themselves at you.  I then realised that over the last weeks I had not done so badly myself.  If the expedition was a success and my book sold then at least some wealth might come my way also.  I suddenly really, really hoped that we might discover prehistoric creatures on the plateau and not just a dull, thought to be extinct, palm tree.

Gina, stood up when Emily appeared.  She looked rather nervous, I thought, but Emily put her arms around her and kissed her passionately, before sitting down next to Britten again.  Still sat above me she put a leg over my shoulder and I bravely lifted her ankle and kissed her foot.

“That’s it Molloy!” said Britten.  “No jealousies here!  Just happiness and love!”  Or lust, rather I thought.  I caught sight of two men at the edge of Hoxton’s Dais and they were caressing each other’s members, to my shock.

“The Gerome cousins!” said Lady Crozier, following my glance.  “Such friendly boys!” Obvioulsy, I thought, both fascinated and repulsed.  “Look!  Look!” she said pointing at the arena. Into the Hall from outside came one of the negroes who had been standing at the door.  His trousers had been removed to be replaced by a loincloth.  He carried a basketwork shield decorated with russet and black patterns and had a spear in one hand. He wore a wooden bead necklace and had leopard skin bands around his wrists and ankles. “How magnificent!” said Lady Crozier. He did look every inch the African warrior, although I now knew, as Britten had told me earlier, that he came from the Caribbean and lived in the Babylon Exploration Society where he assisted Jacob, as did his brother. In the same hand that he held his spear he clutched the end of a rope and stumbling in behind him, her hands tied behind her back and the other end of the rope around her neck, was Kitty, the negress who had given me my mask earlier.  Magnificently bare breasted and wearing quite the shortest skirt I had ever seen, which was made from soft looking leather, the warrior jerked at the rope and she fell to her knees. She cried out. He stepped over to her and cuffed her face.  I winced, although then I realised I had not heard an impact and he had not actually hit her at all but the girl made it look most convincing by jerking her head.

“Wakamba wampopo kabelo!” he cried and she knelt quietly, silently sobbing. Her chest heaving and her slightly pendulous bosom gently shaking. He bent down and with one mighty tug tore off her flimsy skirt. Someone dropped down next to me and I saw it was Elizabeth.

“Isn’t this clever?” she said, squeezing my thigh.  “It is like being in an actual African hut!  What a handsome couple they are! Such wondrously black skin.  I want to jump out there and rub it to see if it comes off!”

Into the ‘hut’ strode the other black fellow, dressed identically to his brother. He put his hands on his hips and looked at the kneeling girl critically.

“Masagai keri keri zumu!” he said to his brother, pointing at the girl.  He thrust his hips forward and made it quite clear what he wanted to do to her.  The first brother shook his head.  There followed a short discussion in African.  I later found out that the language was completely invented, as none of the Negroes spoke anything but English, as they were from Barbados.  I did wonder why on earth you would leave a warm, tropical island inhabited by beautiful girls like Kitty and come to wet, cold London to live. The brothers were actually educated and had been managers at a sugar plantation before moving to London. They now handled the catering and wine purchasing for the Babylon Exploration Society.  Their made up language sounded convincing, however, which is all you need for a theatrical performance. The brothers started to push each other about, obviously arguing over the girl. The pushing and shoving got more violent and soon the two were wrestling on the floor.

“This is excellent!” said Elizabeth, who was just wearing her bolero top and the requisite jewellery.  I had noticed earlier that there was quite a trade going on between the women as regards necklaces, bracelets and what not. The Babylon girls were being increasingly denuded (literally) as the female guests coveted their chains and bangles.

Whether accidental or not (probably not, I supposed) the two wrestling brothers were now completely naked as they rolled about on the rugs.

“Look at their lovely willies!  All flopping about like ropes!” said Elizabeth.  "Ooh and their big stones!"

“Blacks are often extraordinarily well endowed,” said Lady Crozier. “If it wasn’t for his colouring I might have questions about Edmund’s ancestors!”

“Do you have a secret Negro ancestor?” asked Elizabeth, clasping my groin.

“Not that I am aware of !” I laughed. “But who knows.  Sometimes these features jump generations.  Perhaps I may have dark skinned children!” I remembered something Edith had told me once, telling me about the contribution of women scientists at Cambridge to the new science of genetics.

“Have them with me!” said Elizabeth.

“You will have to join the queue, dear!” laughed Lady Crozier.

The two grappling men on the floor were now immobile.  The second brother had pinned the original warrior on his stomach.  His legs were spread revealing his ballocks between his sweating thighs.

"My tongue is tingling!" kaughed Elizabeth. The pinned warrior slapped the mat with his hand and his brother stood up.

“There really should be places one can go to in London to watch naked men wrestle!” declared Lady Crozier.

“Especially naked black men!” said Elizabeth, not taking her eyes off the brothers as they stood and hugged each other, a reconciliation obviously obtained by dint of combat. “Oh my Lord ,their willies are actually touching! I might really die of excitement!” she gasped.

“They should have places where men can watch naked women wrestle too,” I ventured.

“Oh, the Babylon Exploration Society arranges regular bouts!  Get James to take you to one!” laughed Lady Crozier. “Anna and Bettina are particularly convincing when it comes to naked combat!” The two men now turned their attention to Kitty, still kneeling at the edge of the ‘hut’.

“Oh, I fear she may now be ravished!” said Lady Crozier.

“Excellent!” said Elizabeth, wriggling on her cushion. Instead the two men stood in front of her and Kitty started to lick their cocks.  “Oh!  Look at that!” Both men’s manhoods were swelling as Kitty took it in turns to kiss and then suck their growing appendages. Her hands were still tied behind her back as she now took it in turns to bob her head on each brother.

“And that is how you should treat all women!” said Judge Rowland appearing from behind us with a naked Mavis. “Bound and choking on your todger!”

“Unless she bites it off, of course!” said Lady Crozier. “And spits it into the dirt while she watches you bleed to death!” Rowland hurrumphed and left the room.

“Going for a piss!” said Mavis, slithering down the cushions until she was next to me. “Hello again!” she said, kissing me on the mouth. I felt her bubbies press against my bicep.

“Er, this is Judge Rowland’s niece!” I said to Elizabeth.  “Mavis!”

“Pleased to meet ya!” she said to Elizabeth.  “I ain’t really ‘is niece!”

“You do surprise me!  You look so similar!” said Lady Crozier.  There must have been well over a foot in height difference between Rowland and his niece.

“Haha! That’s funny. Lady Crozier!” said Mavis.  “Oh look!”  Somehow the two Negroes had got both of their cocks into Kitty’s mouth at the same time, her lips stretched around the double invasion. 

The original warrior now stepped behind Kitty and undid her bonds.  She stood and in one powerful move he put his hands behind her thighs and scooped her into the air so that she was in a sitting position with her back to his chest and him supporting her weight beneath her thighs. She spread her legs. The brother stepped forward and plunged his ebony cock into her pussy.  There was a ripple of applause

"Oooh!" said Mavis.

"Strong chap!" observed Britten as the brother pounded Kitty while his brother supported her in mid-air.  After a while he withdrew, his cock now glistening in the candlelight, and Kitty gently placed back on the ground,bent at the waist and gripped her ankles.  The warrior then took her from behind fr a while.  The trio then proceeded to demonstrate a number of athletic positions while the ladies around me oohed and aahed. I did think that the two Negroes were setting, perhaps, a standard of performance that the rest of the men there might struggle to emulate.  The women's expectations had no doubt been raised considerably.  During these manoeuvres, I looked up at Hoxton's Dais and could see Daisy sat on Lord Ventnor's lap.  His hands were stroking her bubbies and he was whispering something to her that she obviously found amusing. Frowning, I put my arm around Elizabeth and leant across and kissed Mavis who squealed in delight. I soon had two feminine hands caressing my manhood through my trousers, although neither took their eyes off the performers in the centre of the room.  Both girls were now caressing their parts with their other hands. Lady Crozier had moved behind me and it sounded like she was kissing Britten.  I turned around briefly and she was not only kissing him but massaging his manhood. What would Sir Gerald think, I wondered?  Britten was risking his new directorship, I was sure, by carousing with his chairman's wife.

Back in front or me one of the Negroes was now lying on his back and Kitty had settled onto his cock.  The orignal warrior now knelt between the legs of both and slid his member along his brother's so that they were both lodged in Kitty's capacious cunt.

"Fucking 'ell!" sighed Mavis.

"Oh golly! What a stretchy girl!" said Elizabeth,  The three people in front of me were now moving like an oily, black engine of some description.  Kitty was gasping and moaning.  Some of the guests had moved from the cushioned area to kneel closer to the trio.
“Oh, bugger!” said Mavis. Two girls from the Babylon ran between us and the Negroes holding the large piece of fabric, which obscured our view of the trio. When they had passed, Kitty and the brothers had gone.  

"We are being teased, I think!" said Lady Crozier, from behind me. I looked around at her to say something just as she was assuming a position on all fours. "Like this I think, William!" she said. Before I could offer any word of warning. Britten was on his knees and up her in a flash. I immediately looked up and saw Sir Gerald climbing down from the Dais towards us.

"Britten!" I hissed.  He was now in full fuck and didn't acknowledge me at all.  "Britten!" I said, louder.  But Sir Gerald was upon us. I expected remonstration, at the least, but instead he knelt down in front of his wife and she immediately began licking his growing manhood. Britten had his hands on Daphne Crozier's hips above her skirt, which had been pushed up to her waist. Her little conical titties were swinging away beneath her. She put her mouth over her husband's knob and began to suck noisily.  Sir Gerald looked at Britten and they grinned at each other. 

"Your wife is the most wonderful woman in the world, Sir Gerald!" gasped Britten, still plunging away.

"Much appreciated old chap!" said Sir Gerald.  He reached forward with his hand and Britten took it and they shook, smiling at each other as if they had just met unexpectedly in Hyde Park. I shook my head. Elizabeth and Mavis were trying to remove my top.

"Let's ravish him!" said Mavis.  However before they could pursue their plan Judge Rowland reappeared with his arm around Ruby the maid.

"Bad girl!" he said to Mavis and gave her a gentle slap on the cheek.  Well not that gentle from the look of shock on her face. "Come with me!  Ruby will entertain us both!" 

"I say, your shouldn't hit..." I began but the judge gave me a withering look of such hate that I faltered.  Mavis shook her head at me, in warning.  This was not a man to make an enemy of, I realised. The three of them left and I already felt bad about not standing up to him, although he had six inches on me.

"Bad show, that!" observed Sir Gerald.  "Need to have a word with James about him! Trouble is he has kept him out of some difficulties with the law in the past."  I looked at him, quizzically. "Someone else's milkmaid.  And very much a maid too!"

"There is never any reason to hit a woman!" said Britten, not breaking stride.  "They are precious things to be loved and cherished.  What a bounder!"

"Well said, Britten!" said Sir Gerald. I now saw Emily return and expected Britten to be really in trouble now but, no, she just knelt behind him and caressed his ballocks and began to finger Lady Crozier's anus. Elizabeth was called over by her father and I was suddenly on my own.  The sweating, moaning tableau in front of me suddenly made me feel uncomfortable.  I stood up and made for the door as I needed to piss.

Hoxton’s servants were coming through the doors, bringing trays of food and drink and there seemed to be a general shifting around of people. I was not the only one heading for the door and some, obviously, were leaving the room to find the facilities too, although Sarah, I had noticed was going in a brass pot in front of Hoxton. I stood back to let an obviously very pregnant lady to pass through the door first.  Horrified by her presence at such an occasion, I tried not to stare at her distended stomach and blue veined breasts. She was, however, as were all the women, seemingly, very lovely with her waist length straight black hair and olive skin. 

I spotted Jenny the maid, carrying some more of cook's Greek rice stuffed leaves and she told me that chamber pots had been put in a marquee at the rear of the house. She gave me clear directions and I found my way through a set of French doors, off a room I had not been in before. The marquee had been put right up against the house and I saw that inside was a small vestibule with three entrances. Ladies on the left, she had told me, men on the right and those who like to watch each other in the centre. I walked into the gentlemen’s area.

“Hello sir!  Any one you like!” said Ethel, the scullery maid, giving me a gap-toothed smile and indicating a line of a dozen pots.  “If you need a shit I suggest the water closet in the other wing may be more conducive, sir!  Although some like me to wipe their arse for them!”

“Thank you Ethel, here is fine!” I replied.

 “Sir.” said Ethel, holding a pot in front of my hips.

“Oh!” I said.

“I’ll hold it for you, like I do for ‘is Lordship during maid’s bath time, sometimes.!”  She did and I tried not to think about her smiling face as I pushed my trousers down and eventually gave forth. “There we are!  What a lot!” she said brightly when I had finished and pulled my trousers up. “All that Champagne I would think.  I ‘ad some once and it made me feel right queer, it did.  I was tottering about and then I sicked it up on the scullery floor.  Cook had a blue fit and Sutton put me over her knee and spanked me arse so 'ard that I was sick again!  Won’t touch the stuff now even though ‘is Lordship lets us ‘ave a glass or two during maids’ bath time.”

“Do the gardeners, Ross and Debney, ever join in at maids’ bathtime?” I asked, looking at a nice arrangement of daffodils and tulips in a vase near the entrance.

“Oh no.  They are far above us, those two.  They 'ave a little cottage to live in and one evening last summer Ruby and I was walking over there and spied through their window. They was ‘ead to tail licking each other’s parts they was.  Naked on the sofa!  Act like man and wife ‘cept they is both girls.  Marie is married too.  ‘usband is a sailor.  Never seen 'im, though. Bit queer but they is always nice to me if I meets ’em and sometimes they give me daisy chains to wear except Cook always makes me take ’em off.  Me, I would rather have a cock up me!” she started to massage my manhood through my trousers.  “Never, 'ave, though, more’s the pity!  Only virgin in the ‘ouse, I am.  I’m too common to be given to ‘is guests by his Lordship, like Ruby.  She can read and write and knows her times tables and everything!  She sucks like a whore too, of course.” She pulled the front of my trousers down. “I do loves your prick, sir.  Ruby was telling me what it felt like up ‘er.  Lucky cow!”  My prick, given Ethel’s well meant but rather clumsy attention, was starting to respond. “I like playing with it!” She gripped my shaft and gently rubbed me.

“Ethel, I am not sure that this is...” I began.  Another man came into the tent and Ethel released me to get him a pot.

“Don’t think I could get yours up me anyways,” she said, passing the pot to the man.  She did not hold it for him, I noticed, rather smugly.  “Tear me cunny in 'alf, you would.  Your Daisy must have a cunny like the fucking Blackwall Tunnel.  Pardon me language, sir!”

“Thank you Ethel!” I said.  I washed my hands using the ewer provided.  I stepped back inside the house as it was a little chilly in the tent. I felt sorry for Ethel in her abbreviated costume attending to pissing men.  I hoped she would not be in there all night. As I stood outside. Lady Hoxton appeared from the ladies’ entrance.

“Well that whole process is so much quicker to achieve without all that tiresome fumbling with underclothes!  Just hike up your skirt, squat and off you go!  It’s like being a man!  The procedure was even worse, when I was younger!” she added. “So many more layers!”

“Hello Molly, Edmund!” said Diane Attwood, emerging from the doorway to the outside. She was dressed, as she had declared on her arrival,  in just a few chains which decorated her neck, ankles, wrists and waist.  I really liked this fashion for chains around the waist. It was most fetching.  Lady Hoxton kissed Mrs Attwood on the cheek, in the French manner.

“Have you been relieving yourself, Diane? I didn’t see you?”asked Lady Hoxton.  “Or did you go in the gentlemen’s facilities!” Mrs Attwood laughed.

“I confess, Molly, that I just went in the garden.  I did not fancy the industrial processing aspect of the tent.  Let alone the smell! When is James going to get proper plumbing installed in this place?  It is like the seventeenth century still!”

“There is hot running water in the scullery.  Mr Molloy and I had an enjoyable bath there this morning!” said Lady Hoxton.

“Did you, now?” said Mrs Attwood, smiling.  “Mr Molloy and I had our own bath time adventure there this afternoon. although I couldn’t quite get him to join Madeleine and I! His penis wanted to but his mind, unusually for a man, overruled it! Are there any other ladies you have entertained in there, Mr Molloy? You must be a remarkably clean young man!”

“When I arrived in the scullery this morning he was in the bath and already three inches into one of the maids!” said Lady Hoxton.  “Let’s return to the Great Hall.  I am looking forward to more debauchery, although I have yet to see anything shocking, as promised earlier.  “Although I did enjoy seeing that darkie girl get pegged by two men at once!”

“Yes what an angel she is! Such a lovely smile!” said Mrs Attwood.  “Never had a black girl.  One for my collection, I hope!” said Mrs Attwood. "Those superb coal black teats although one could take your eye out, though!”

“Isn’t your face usually positioned a lot further down, Diane?” asked Lady Hoxton.

As we walked back, arm in arm, to the Hall we passed a couple copulating quite openly in the corridor.  It was a man I didn’t know with one of the Babylon girls, Jasmine, the Chinese.  He was taking her upright against the dark wood panelling quite enthusiastically. She had wrapped her legs around his hips and so was supported in mid-air.  I wondered if the black fellow's athletic moves was inspiring the men. Jasmine winked at me.

“Hello, Reginald.  How are you!  How is Lucy?” asked Mrs Attwood, stopping to talk to him.

“Very well, thank you Diane!” he answered, not stopping his energetic thrusting for one second. “Lucy had something of a cold the last week and we were worried we would not be able to attend but she is much better now. She is in the Great Hall, as she said she wanted to take on a Negro but we must be quick as the next entertainment is about to start!” He kept thrusting vigourously, as Jasmine clung on for dear life.

“We’ll leave you in peace then!” said Mrs Attwood.  We walked on down the corridor to the sound of Reginald coming noisily behind us.  Mrs Attwood looked behind her. “Oh dear, that young girl will need to be flushed out immediately! Such a nice couple.  Reginald is in the Foreign Office and Lucy, his wife, is great fun too.  Always enjoy having her around for tea and a little licking!”  I shook my head.  It really was another world.  Whatever we found in Professor Challenor’s plateau could not be as strange and shocking as what I was experiencing in the heart of Hampshire.

When we arrived back in the Great Hall, one of the Negroes was, indeed, taking a petite blonde woman from behind on a pile of cushions right in the centre of the room.  Several dozen people were watching them with interest.  Several of the women were frigging themselves and one man was being fellated by one of the Babylon girls who I recognised as the Swiss girl, Marie, who I had been introduced to earlier.  Lucy, the wife of the man in the corridor, was cursing like a trooper. “Fuck me with your big nigger cock!  Stick it to me you ebony Adonis!  Fill my cunt!” and such like.  The negro looked over at us as we entered the room and gave me a big smile. I nodded in return.  Lucy screamed and went rigid before collapsing onto the cushions.  The negro withdrew just in time, spurting a great white fountain over Lucy’s back.

“Oh well done, black feller!” said one of the men.

“Splendid spray!” said a lady wearing a mask and nothing else.

A few moments later Lucy's husband appeared with his arm around Jasmine.  “Reginald!  Did you have fun?  We have had a bit of a round the world adventure!” said Lucy. She stood up, embraced him and kissed him tenderly.  She then kissed Jasmine on the lips and patted her bottom.  “Perhaps we can get together later!” she said.  Jasmine smiled. But then hurried off towards Madame Nathalie, I noticed.

“I really cannot understand this fashion for tribadism,” said Lady Hoxton.

“It is a languorous world of softness, quite unlike the equally enjoyable experience of a man," said Mrs Attwood.  Of course having one of each at the same time is the best!”

“Surely, with three of you, one will always be left out!” said Lady Hoxton.

“It is a matter of equitable rotation as well as co-ordinated co-operation!” said Mrs Attwood.

“You make it sound like flying!” lasughed Lady Hoxton.

“Nothing is as exciting as flying, Molly!” laughed Mrs Attwood, giving Lady Hoxton’s bottom a squeeze.

“Ladies and gentlemen.  It is time for our next entertainment, not that Lucy and our black warrior weren’t very entertaining!” announced Lady Caroline, who was now wearing an almost transparent silk robe.  “It is a quiet time in the harem.  Most of the girls are being paraded before a visiting Arabian sheikh.  One girl is left on her own. Enjoying herself and playing her instrument.” The music from the gallery had ceased but one instrument was being played down here in the main area of the Hall; some sort of Turkish lute I imagined. The fabric that we had seen earlier had been placed across the room, like a stage curtain, held by Anna and Gretchen at each end.  From behind it came the plaintive wailing of a stringed instrument, They moved to one side and there was a girl playing an instrument about the same size as a viola.  It was postioned upright, with the bottom tucked into her groin as she sat cross-legged on some cushions. She played it with a bow in a rapid rhythmic way that made it sound a little like a fiddle in Ireland.  Her bubbies jiggled delightfully as she played.  I later found out that it was called a kemençe and originated, like the girl herself, from Armenia.  She stopped playing after a while and lay back on the cushions.  She rubbed the slender instrument between her legs. She put the instrument down and ran the back of the bow between her pink labia, sawing gently at her parts.  After a while she put the bow down and began to gently frig herself while caressing her bubbies with the other hand. “Oh how she dreams of a playmate to help her satisfy her needs!” said Lady Caroline from the edge of the arena.

“I volunteer!” called out the general.  I checked his immediate surroundings but Daisy was not in sight.  I saw Emily, gamahuching Lord Hoxton and Britten sat next to them watching, seemingly happily.  Emily popped off Hoxton and then set to work on Britten.  Britten didn’t seem to find any of this peculiar.  Perhaps it really was just me.

“I am going to find Gerald,” said Lady Hoxton.  “I do not find frigging women as exciting as Negroes with big cocks, I am afraid.”  After she had left the room, Mrs Attwood cuddled up against me.

“You’re enjoying it, anyway!” she said, clasping my manhood through my trousers.

“Perhaps I am just enjoying you, Mrs Attwood!”

“I do hope so!” she said, slipping her hand inside the waistband of my trousers.  I looked around, anxiously for Daisy but could not see her. I later learned that some people had gone back to dance in the ballroom and Daisy had been dancing with several other men and women.  Even more of the candles had been extinguished and it was really only the centre of the room, which was now illuminated. We watchers now sat in semi darkness which just added to the voyeuristic quality of the display.

“There is nothing quite so enjoyable as watching a beautiful girl frigging!” said Sir Jonty Smarme, sitting down next to Mrs Attwood.

“I couldn’t agree more!” she replied, as the girl penetrated herself with her middle finger.

“Have you had my Elizabeth, yet, Molloy.  You did promise!”

“I...I don’t know where she is,” I said, truthfully, if not answering the question. "We were together but you called her over." It wasn't my fault that you took her from my side, I thought, slightly irritated.  The fact that he wanted me to have his beautiful daughter somehow made the prospect less appealing.

“In the ballroom!  Dancing!” he said. "That's where we went.  Still there I expect!"

“Don’t worry, Sir Jonty!  Edmund and I will find her after this!” said Mrs Attwood.  “Oh look!”  The girl had picked up a banana from the fruit bowl next to her and was rubbing it between her parts.  I picked up my notebook, from where I had left it on a red and black striped cushion, and started to sketch her.

“Utterly splendid!” said Sir Jonty.

“Do you mind if I frig, Diane?” asked Sir Jonty.

“Yes I do.  How pointless! Pull your trousers down. You too, Mr Molloy.  I will frig you both!”  I was past caring now, possibly because of the regular glasses of Champagne I had been taking and found it quite acceptable to have my manhood rubbed by an MP’s wife while she did the same to another MP sat the other side of her. The girl (she was called Gohar, I later discovered) was now thrusting the banana in and out of her bald, pink pussy, bucking her hips and moaning audibly.  At this point a large black dog ran across the floor to much laughter.

“Oh is that Hoxton’s dog?” I asked.  I hadn’t seen any dogs at Hoxton Hall, rather surprisingly.

“James doesn’t have dogs as he is so often away. Oh my goodness!” cried Mrs Attwood. The dog had circled around Gohar, who had removed the banana from her cunt.  It started to lick her parts.  There was more than one gasp from those watching.

“Oh my God!  What have I been missing?” Sarah dropped down next to me, naked and perspiring.

“A lady violinist, masturbating with her bow, penetrating herself with a banana and now being licked by a dog, rather unusually but entertainingly” said Mrs Attwood.

“Excellent!” said Sarah and started to frig herself too.

“Oh really!” Lady Hoxton had returned with Sir Gerald and they sat behind us. “Is that girl still performing?” Mrs Attwood had stopped frigging me, probably because even she was surprised.  I did another quick sketch of the dog happily lapping away at the girl.

“Oh no!” said Lady Hoxton.

“Oh yes!” said Sarah.  The girl had gone onto her hands and knees and the dog immediately mounted her.  There was another gasp. I caught a glimpse of its dark pink phallus as it penetrated her.  It thrust rapidly while wagging its tail frantically. I scribbled as fast as I could to try to capture the shocking action.

“Jolly well trained dog!” said Sir Gerald. The unnatural human canine copulation did not last very long. The dog patently spent and then withdrew.

“That’s the trouble with dogs; they last about as long as sixteen year old boys!” said Lady Hoxton.  

“Oh, Sir Jonty!” said Mrs Attwood  I looked across and saw Sir Jonty spending over Mrs Attwood’s hand. 

The dog dismounted, thankfully, and there was a round of applause, although whether for the poor girl or the dog I was not quite sure. Fortunately, from an artistic point of view I had started my drawing with the dog first and the girl remained kneeling long enough for me to finish her figure.  She rolled over onto her back and embraced the dog, which licked her face. The series of drawings in this volume were done from my initial sketches and Gohar (and indeed her dog) later posed for me when I visited Constantinople, where some of this volume was completed, following our adventure, but that is another lascivious tale for the future

 “Well I hope she got paid a lot extra for that!” said Lady Hoxton.

“Perhaps she enjoyed it!” said Sarah, who was now frigging me with her slimy fingers.  I batted her hand away. “That was superb!  I want to be fucked by a dog!”

“Perhaps you should, dear,” said Lady Hoxton. “With practice I am sure you could work your way up to a horse, like your mother!”

“A horse? Really?” said Sarah.  “You are making it up, Lady Hoxton!”

“There are at least half a dozen witnesses to it in this very room!” said Lady Hoxton.  “I was not one of them, I am glad to say!”

“I was, though,” said Sir Gerald  “It was for a two thousand guinea bet.  No one thought she could take it but,bugger me, she did!”

“Oh!” said Sarah.  “I am learning a lot about mummy this weekend!”

“Perhaps that was her intention, Sarah!” said Mrs Attwood.  Sarah looked thoughtful.

“I want to be fucked by a horse!” she said after a few moments.

“And I am sure you shall, dear.  Why don’t you ask James to bring one of his horses in here for you tonight?  Although such a tableau would be rather more Ancient Rome than Constantinople!  The court of Caligula, perhaps.  As for you Mr Molloy, immortalising that quite sordid coupling.  I am disappointed!”  I blushed but not for long as Mrs Attwood leant down and took my manhood into her mouth. Sarah caressed my ballocks despite my protests but I did not spend.  Mrs Attwood, however did, as Sarah had been fingering her parts with her other hand.

I realised that I was falling into the pit of depravity as surely as Britten had earlier.