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Rh hitherto unfelt passed through my veins; my whole frame was inflamed. He thought that a maiden blush bepainted my cheek; for a little while he forebore his folly and busy hand……I shall ever hate those roguish hands, from the very fact that they with their fire impregnated me, tortured and wearied!

A nice affair!

Why? having stuck his hand in my breast, he seized one of my paps, then the other; and while he was handling each of them rather hard, lo! he tossed me over on my back in spite of me.

Thou art blushing; the deed was accomplished.

His left hand was laid on my bosom (I am stating how the thing was done), he easily overcame all my efforts: he next slipped his right hand under my petticoat. I blush, I blush to tell it.

Lay aside that ridiculous modesty; fancy thou art relating to thyself what thou art telling me.

Having speedily lifted my petticoat above my knees, he handled my thighs. Oh! hadst thou beheld his sparkling eyes!