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I passed the rest of the day in relating to M--M--the adventures I had encountered since I quitted her; but as I had not time to finish my tale, I promised to return on the following day at the same hour. The young girl, who had been listening to me all the while, although I seemed to be addressing only her friend, said she was dying to know the end of my adventure with the mistress of the Duke of Matelone.[102] ... [102] Referring to a salacious incident shortly before related. Further details would be out of place in this volume. On the following day, after dining, I returned to the convent, and having sent up my name to M--M--, I entered the room where the grating was more convenient.

Before long M--M--arrived alone, but divining my desires, she added that her pretty young friend would soon join us. “She hath told me all about it, playing a thousand wanton tricks and calling me her dear husband. Thou hast seduced her, and I am very glad thou art going, for I believe she might lose her reason. Thou wilt see how she hath attired herself.” “Art sure of her discretion?” “Perfectly, but I beg of thee to do naught in my presence. When I see the moment approaching, I will leave the room.” “Thou art an angel, beloved, but thou mightest be something better an thou wouldst----” “I want naught for myself, because that real miley cyrus pussy may not be.” “Thou couldst----” “Nay--I will have naught to do with a pastime which would re-kindle fires hardly yet quenched. I suffer; but let us say no more on the matter.” At this moment the devon michaels pussy gallery young adept entered smiling, her eyes full of fire. She was attired in a short pelisse, open in front, and an embroidered muslin skirt showing meagan good naked pic showing me her pussy which did not go beyond her knees. We were scarcely seated ere she reminded me of the place where my tale had stopped. I continued my recital, and when I was relating how Donna Lucrezia showed me Leonilda naked, M--M--went out, and the sly little puss asked me how I assured myself that my daughter was a virgin. Taking hold of her through the wretched grating, against which she placed her pretty body, I showed her how I assured myself of the fact, and the devon michaels pussy gallery little one found such pleasure in the game that, so far from feeling any suffering, she twice swooned away in ecstacy, all the while pressing my hand to the spot. Then she gave me her hand that she might afford me the pleasure I had given her, and when M--M--appeared during this enjoyable occupation, she said hastily:-- “It doth not matter. My friend is kind, and she will not be vexed.” M--M--, in sooth, affected to see naught of all this, and the precocious young girl wiped her hand in a kind of voluptuous delight, which showed how well she was pleased. I proceeded with my history, but when I came to the episode of the poor girl who was _tied_,[103] describing all the trouble I had vainly taken with her, the little boarder grew so curious that she placed herself in the most seducing attitude so that I might be able to devon michaels pussy gallery show her what I did. This rendering, that of the English translation, is not in accord with the French text, nor does it seem to us to represent what happened as described in the English translation.

“Kneel down on the ledge,” said the little wanton, “and let me do it.” The reader can guess her intention, and she would have succeeded in her purpose had not the fire which consumed me distilled itself away at the orifice. The charming novice felt herself besprinkled, but after ascertaining that naught more could be done, she withdrew in some vexation. My fingers, however, consoled her for the disappointment, and I had the pleasure of seeing her look happy once more.

I quitted these charming creatures in the evening, promising to visit them again in a year, but as I walked home I could not but reflect how often these asylums, supposed to be devoted to chastity and prayer, do contain in themselves the hidden germs of corruption.

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