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 I, smiling in his face, took the letter, and immediately catching gently hold of his shirt sleeve, drew him towards me, blushing, and almost trembling: for surely his extreme bashfulness, and utter inexperience, call'd for at least all the advances to encourage him: his body was now conveniently inclin'd towards me, and just softly chucking his smooth beardless chin, I ask'd him, If he was afraid of a lady? and with that took and carrying his hand to my breasts, I prest it tenderly to them; they were now finely furnish'd, and rais'd in flesh, so that panting with desire, they rose, and fell, in quick heaves, under his touch: at this the boy's eyes began to lighten with all the fires of inflam'd nature, and his cheeks flush'd with a deep scarlet: tongue-tied with joy, rapture, and bashfulness, he could not speak, but then his looks, his emotion, sufficiently satisfy'd me that my train had taken, and that I had no disappointment to fear.

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