Aphrodizzia

EIGHT

The arrival of Lord Frederick at the Villa Anna, Berlin- A serious discussion of Jack's request-The island seraglio is planned -A final and spectacular orgy at the Villa Anna-A double honeymoon-night for Sonja and Petra- Karl and Otto, their two monstrously-tooled bridegrooms-Julia and Natasha as their lascivious little maids-Natasha as cunt-opener and buttock-spreader for Sonja-Julia's services for Petra-Drawing the monstrous tools to the eager orifices-The two brides-Open-legged-Arse-upwards-A toast to Cupid-Smacks and laughter-Sonja and Petra-Two fillies broken in! Darling Jack, What a poetic justice has overtaken young Elke! I believe from time to time you have felt misgivings as to the severity of the retribution. Yet did she not merit every stroke of the birch for her cruel and heartless conduct towards the unfortunate Master Algernon?

And he a son of one of England's rising statesmen! Let us not forget, Jack, that such an Austrian girl as Elke is too ignorant to revere the proprieties of our established order. Moreover, can you truly feel the least unease when you have such a moralist as Dr. Thwackum on your side? Mark my word, Jack, the good doctor is nowhere near the apogee of his career. We shall see him yet as headmaster of Eton or Harrow, or at any rate the leader of one of England's very greatest schools. All the same, dear Jack, it is only right to tell you that Lord Frederick arrived here two days ago and at once concurred in your view that stern morality has also a dangerous edge to it. The ignorant populace is not always apt to perceive the great unselfish worth of such moral philosophers as you. As Lord Fred quite truly observes, you should remember what happened to Socrates. That being so, his lordships advice is plain. Your sense of duty and your fine scruples must shine as a beacon to the world. All the same, he suggests you should get out while you still can. As for the matter of the island estate, the lease is yours at once. Lord Fred sees no problem in transporting a few of your more select pupils there.

Indeed, dear Jack, I may be shortly obliged to avail myself of a similar offer. The truth is that certain of the servants here have glimpsed my morning supervision of Julia and Natasha on the marble table and have put the most unwarranted construction upon it. What use is it to talk of cleanliness and decency when the wind of scandal blows? It is plainly best to avail myself of Jacks offer, taking my four girls with me-for I will not leave Sonja and Petra-before the time comes when the two young pupils return home and talk. Yet I do not write, dear Jack, merely to convey such admonitions to you. All shall be ordered, have no fear. Lord Fred and I will precede you to that estate whose location it would be imprudent of me to name in this letter. In a few weeks time, expect to receive further instructions. A certain elegant steam-yacht is to be chartered to take you and your chosen girls on a cruise of the Sussex coast. Do not be alarmed when it puts about, heading out to sea and making for those warmer climes!

Now, you know Lord Fred and I better than to imagine that we have been sitting here in the Villa Anna with long faces and anxious thoughts. All has been arranged! Let us be merry! And so we have been.

Lord Fred is attended by his two servants, Karl and Otto, strapping gentlemen of thirty-five or so. I could not bear to leave my dear villa-which is now to be sold-without some little celebration. It is so delightful here in August, the warm sun on the placid lake, the towers and battlements of imperial castles among the trees of the far shore. The Crown Prince himself has not been able to bear leaving his charming lodge this year. So Lord Frederick and I planned a celebration. It was to be a final and stupendous orgy before my departure from the Villa Anna. What should we do? We chose and rejected until it seemed that we had exhausted the possibilities. Then Lord Fred smiled. “Let us arrange a honeymoon-night, Dolly. Let it be for Sonja and Petra. Sonja renounced the penis some time ago.

Petra has rarely had one. Let us have a nuptial night in which they are the brides and my two strapping fellows the grooms. We shall require Julia and Natasha to be the brides' attendants, opening the way into the cunts for the pricks, parting the brides' arse-halves for the tools. Only think, Dolly, how greatly it will add to the education of those two young pupils as well. And, best of all, let us insist that the night of honeymoon passion takes place under our eyes and that we enjoy the sight of everything which transpires.” I saw at once, Jack, that this was the celebration we needed. Though Sonja is twenty-two and has had a man between her legs, she has never been properly broken in to the prick. Petra has had no more than a casual fuck or two in the course of her eighteen years. Karl and Otto are fine fellows and remarkably well-hung. They are not men to be put off by girlish protests or maiden squeals, when they know that these are intended only to urge them on. We laid our plan for last night, informing the girls in the morning of what would be expected of them.

You may easily believe that we had no difficulty in persuading Karl and Otto to play the part of lusty bridegrooms. Lord Frederick insisted that the two attendants, Natasha and Julia, must also undergo a certain amount of stripping. He took them into his room and undressed them with his own hands until they wore only the skimpy white dress of breast-halters, tight-fitting briefs and ankle-socks.

Two of my stalwart maids took Sonja and Petra into their attiring-room. They speedily undressed twenty-two-year-old Sonja first, removing her short turquoise skirt, pink blouse and white ankle-boots. They brushed her shock of dark curls and smiled at the round wonderment of her sun-browned face and blue eyes. Sonja's lithe and trimly-muscled young body has been toasted golden brown by her bathing in the sun. To contrast its warmth, they dressed her in white translucent silk. A short bodice fitted tightly over her upper parts, with breast-cups through which one could see the pink cherries of her tits. They selected as Sonja's panties a pair of tight slinky briefs in the same translucent white silk. Her honeymoon dress consisted of a skirt of white silk in the simplest design. It had two tails of cloth, one hanging down at the front and the other behind her, each dangling separately from the waist-belt. Natasha, our little blonde in the schoolgirl knickers, would bear the train, holding it so that Sonja's bare brown legs and the tight silk panties were seen as she walked. Sonja surrendered herself to all this with some looks of apprehension but without offering resistance. Of the two girls who were to enjoy a night of impalement, it was she who was the more amenable. Even in the photographer's establishment, it was Sonja who served the customers with a willing smile, while Petra did her duty with a more surly and impatient air. The difference between them was no less evident now. It was time for the two stalwart women to come for eighteen-year-old Petra with shoulder length flaxen hair and slim sun-browned body. The somewhat harder features of Petra's fair-skinned face enabled her to put on a more rebellious and resentful air than Sonja had done. Now whoever heard of such a thing on a honeymoon night? It was enough for the two women to lead Petra past the saddlery room, to show her the training-whips while they patted the seat of her blue denim skirt significantly, to fondle the little steel marker so conveniently easy to heat in the brazier coals. A finger tickling between the slim cheeks of Petra's bottom or slender thighs left no doubt of the intended destination. So it was, with a true bride's reluctance at first, that Petra submitted to her costuming. They stripped off the young blonde's singlet and her denim skirt, her panties and other clothes. She was dressed as Sonja had been-with one exception. Do you recall, Jack, how the romancer sans pareil, the author of Mademoiselle de Maupin talks of silk and skin? The great man is adamant that blond beauty requires black silk.

Accordingly, Petra was to be dressed in tight translucent bodice of thin black silk, her paler beauty visible through it. By contrast with her more lightly sunkissed waist and thighs, black panties smoothly encased Petra's arse-cheeks and loins. Our young pupil Julia was to bear her train, the elder schoolgirl attending the younger bride with little more than two years between them. Julia, of course, still cultivates her spiky crop of dark hair whose shortness appears to give a fuller and rounder look to her rather foolish young face. To begin the evenings festivities a fine dinner was served on the terrace of the villa, where it looks upon the Italianate gardens and the lake.

To show their submissive natures the two brides were required to act as our waitresses, where Lord Fred and I, as well as Karl and Otto, took our places. I need not tell you, dear Jack, what a splendid feast it was. There were the most succulent melon slices, the most fragrantly spiced pate, followed by smoked salmon and roast fowl, the choicest vegetables cooked al dente, and luscious hot-house grapes.

The wines were iced hock to begin with and warm claret to continue.

All this was rounded off by coffee and liqueurs. The table was so arranged that Sonja and Petra had often to bend across to reach the guest they served. Many a time did Lord Fred lift the train, revealing as it might be the saucy round cheeks of Sonja's bottom in the tight sheen of silk briefs. Smack, went his lordship's hand on the silken white cheek. And smack again before the gasping girl could recover her poise. Eighteen-year-old Petra endured the same frequent indignity, though her fair-skinned face and blue eyes showed a greater anger than Sonja's. At last the meal was done and the two honeymoon brides were led to the boudoir overlooking the lake. By new only the last golden streaks of sun lingered in the western sky and the cypress trees stood black against the moon-glittering water. Julia and Natasha took up their places behind Petra and Sonja. Each of the high-school pupils raised the rear train of her young lady. Thus the four of us admired the tightened silk seats of their panties and the elegant squirming of their bare legs as they walked. The scene in the boudoir itself was most diverting. Two beds had been set side by side with only a narrow gap dividing them. By now the lamps of the electrolier shone On the silk covers and bedroom tapestries. At the feet of the beds two comfortable leather chairs on a raised platform had been arranged for Lord Frederick and I. We were to sit there like a pair of tyrants upon our thrones and look down on the sports of the honeymoon beds at our feet. Before the two sturdy serving women withdrew they helped Sonja and Petra to make their last submission.

Each girl allowed her wrists to be strapped together and fastened by a short chain to a collar round her neck. As the two women left they spoke quietly to Petra again, reminding her of the finely tapered whips in the saddlery room and the ingenious little markers which could soon be heated to glowing intensity in the brazier.

Twenty-two-year-old Sonja was to be the first slave-wife of Karl.

Natasha was to attend her and already the prim little blonde's puppy cheeks were colouring a little at the thought of what she had to do.

The grooms made Sonja lie on her back, the dark curls of her head on the pillow. They undid and removed the split skirt of her costume, reducing it to bodice and panties. Natasha blushed a little more deeply. She bowed the fringe of-her blond hair to hide her confusion and showed only the charming little tail of her chignon. Yet she knew better than to disobey. Moistening her fingers on her tongue, she contoured the peaks of Sonja's trim young breasts until the nipples stood hard and tight in the thin white silk. Still with her face blushing a little, Natasha now folded Sonja's knees up so that they almost touched the patient's chin. The tight gusset of the white silk panties was but a mere strip between the spread of Sonja's lithe and suntanned thighs. Sonja's dark pussy-hair was mistily visible through the taut thin silk. With light, inexpert caresses, Natasha began to stroke her there. Those of us who looked on laughed at the little blonde's inexperience, for she made a charming sight.

“Make love to Sonja properly, Natasha! Not just there, my pet.

That's where Sonja's little fountain-hole is. Further on. If you tickle the wrong place, you'll make Sonja drench herself.”

Natasha soon found the right place, by Sonja's shivers and whimpers of pleasure. “That's better, my love,” said Lord Fred to the youngster, “Now wank Sonja gently until you feel the silk of her panties slippery with her juice.” Though Natasha was still rather prim and bashful at what she was doing, there was also the first sign of her natural curiosity to see how a young woman of twenty-two behaved under sexual arousal. Sonja is a healthy young female animal and, as such, she began to lubricate quickly and copiously. One could soon see the wet sheen on the silk panties and even upon the inner smoothness of her upper thighs. “Natasha!” Lord Fred smiled as be spoke, “Help Sonja to turn over on her belly now! That's better. Now take the waistband of her panties and pull them well down her thighs.

Lift your hips, Sonja, to help her! Excellent!” We now admired the lithe suntanned thighs of the Berlin shopgirl and the saucily rounded cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Lord Frederick chuckled as he continued to give Natasha her instructions. “Put your hands on Sonja's bum-cheeks, Natasha, and pull them hard apart. Does it make you blush a little even now to see Sonja's arsehole? Why, Natasha, I do believe it's the first time you've ever looked at that part of another girl. Now, my little pet, you must open the vaseline jar, take a dollop of grease on your finger and lubricate Sonja's anus with it.

Oh, Natasha! Do it much better than that! A bigger dollop! And more!

Spread it nice and thick between her rear cheeks. Better. More again.

Much better. Now, Natasha, slide your finger up! Further in! Right to the knuckle! Excellent! You must learn not to be shy of such things, Natasha. Why, in a few weeks, you'll be enjoying your own first honeymoon night.” So the proceedings went on. Now that Sonja had been well prepared, Karl unbuttoned his stout prick and walked towards his slave-bride with an erection that was heavy and bold. As for Natasha, she now made her first acquaintance with the penis of a truly mature man. With Sonja on her back, her knees bent up and thighs parted, it was Natasha who took the heavy muzzle in her hand, pulling it gently, and guided its knob to the well-opened cunt-hole. As Karl thrust up deep into Sonja's love tract, it was Natasha who was made to crouch at the foot of the bed and tickle the man's well-filled balls in order to add to his excitement. Sonja gave another shuddering moan and began at once to match the rhythm of her lover's thrusts. It mattered little that she had never seen him until that morning. After all, Jack, they say that some arranged marriages are the happiest, do they not? If that is so, I am sure Sonja gave ample proof now. She had been uneasy, even rebellious, when the decision was first made for her. Now she rode as vigorously and eagerly on the penis as if Karl had been her childhood sweetheart! Karl rode her vigorously too for ten or fifteen minutes, Sonja's heels beating their tattoo on his strong back. When he felt like a variation, he turned her over, kissed her crop of black curls, then fastened his mouth to her lips and eased his erection into the well-vaselined grip of Sonja's arsehole.

Whatever protests the young woman made were muffled by his amorous lips and his tongue in her mouth. I saw the tension in her lithe sunbrowned legs and knew that Karl's bulk must be a severe test of her body. Yet even know she was moving in time to his ravaging of her.

It was Petra on the next bed, watching from only a couple of feet away, who showed signs of panic at the realisation that she would soon be suffering such agreeable scouring herself. Otto gathered her flaxen hair into a short tail and slipped the rubber band about it. He made her watch what Sonja was getting and whispered teasingly in her ear.

“No!” cried Petra, her hard pale features colouring up, “No! I won't! I would rather die first!” This provoked general amusement, for how often has this protest echoed through a honeymoon bedroom, only to be replaced at dawn by the soft cooing gratitude of the protester? Having sodomised Sonja with great relish for a further ten or fifteen minutes, Karl withdrew from her arse and lay down on his back, making Sonja climb on top and ride that way with the penis in her cunt. They were now coming to the climax of the first encounter and he wished Sonja to be spurred on by the aid of Otto. The young woman lay on her lover, her hips rising and falling, her gypsy-tanned buttocks swelling out and then clenching together rhythmically. Otto got up with a smile and took a thin punishment-strap. He stood over Sonja as she squirmed arse-upwards on her groom's prick. Down flashed the strap across her writhing bottom-cheeks. Whack! Smack! Crack! Sonja cried out but one had the impression that she found the painful experience far from entirely disagreeable. Otto slashed and lashed until there were bright paths of the straps crimson across the cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Otto thrashed very hard indeed, bringing down the strap with an impact which almost made one wince. Sonja gave short, energetic, animal screams at each stroke, as of anger and revulsion. Yet not once did she ask for pity, nor did she cease to ride the penis which she was loving with such utter devotion between her thighs. The first blue colouration of bruises began to appear in the vivid red swathes of the strap marks.

You may be sure that if Sonja were permitted to return to her shop-work, she would take every chance in the washroom or the toilet to let the other girls see her with her pants down, so that she might display her bruises. If they knew of her honeymoon night, she would want them to see how mad with passion her bridegroom had been.

Sonja was thrashed across her backside as few girls of her age or type ever are. The gold-skinned energy of her firm young legs and narrow back was an excitement to watch. As her hips rose, and her buttocks parted broadly, one saw the thick blobs of vaseline still between the cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Then down flashed the strap again with an ear-splitting smack across her bare arse and Sonja pressed herself writhing upon her lover's tool. Otto was, of course, merely driving her to the summit of her pleasure. He spared her nothing, knowing that Sonja would thank him for driving her on. At last we heard that crescendo of short rising cries which signifies the approach of a girl's happiness. Karl, too, was goaded on by hearing Sonja's joy. In a moment of ecstasy his own sperm burst the dam and spurted deep into her cunt, a supreme sensation which caused Sonja to climax with a scream that might have been heard on the far side of the lake! She lay there, sweltering in the warm night and exhausted by her labours. Her head reposed on Karl's breast, and she broke into gentle sobs-but they were of joy rather than anguish. The strange truth is, of course, Jack, that Sonja was in that paradoxical state of being hurt but happy! Eighteen-year-old Petra was unpersuaded by the happiness which she saw Sonja enjoying. It was not that she wished to be spared the reward but the ordeal which separated her from it made her truly apprehensive now. The narrow fine-boned face and blue eyes were set in a mask of refusal. Fortunately, however, Julia was a more able attendant than Natasha. She doubled Petra's slim legs up in a trice, exposing the black silk gusset of the German girl's panties between her narrow thighs. For all the grotesque spikiness of her coiffure and the adolescent roundness of her face, fifteen-year-old Julia was a consummate masturbatrix. Petra's flaxen hair threshed to and fro on the pillow as she strove to deny herself the enjoyment. But it was all in vain. Julia's fingertips coaxed such lubrication from the girl's cunt that the tight black silk of Petra's briefs was soon shining with the slippery wetness. At Otto's command, they turned Petra over on her belly. As Julia continued to masturbate her, the warm slippery dew seemed to work up over the backs of her thighs and her bottom-cheeks. The seat of Petra's knickers was cut high and tight, arching up and baring much of her slim fair-skinned bum-cheeks.

They pulled the panties down to her knees and Lord Frederick ordered that Petra's arsehole should be exceptionally well vase-lined. A slim nymph of eighteen would be tighter in that area than a young woman of twenty-two like Sonja. In Sonja's case, she had used the little entrance more and longer in the course of nature. Moreover, any man who had Sonja in his bed would surely have wanted to plumb her by every possible route. Petra was on her back with Julia holding her thighs nicely open. Though Petra went mad as soon as Otto's knob touched her cunt, it was hard to say whether panic or greed inspired the squirming of her thighs and the bucking of her hips. Otto did the right thing, however, by teasing her gently as his randy young tart who couldn't wait for a taste of spotted dick. Whatever the cause of her contortions and jiggings, it made little difference, since Petra was going to get it anyway-and would enjoy it when she did.

Despite the impressive size of his muzzle, Otto penetrated her without too much difficulty. Built as he is, there are few barriers which stand for long in his way. Moreover, Petra was not a pure virgin, for all her disdainful attitudes and posturings before the customers. She had had the pricks of one or two lucky Berlin lads as lodgers in her cunt. It had happened rarely and briefly, but Otto was not the first to explore this comfortable territory. Like Karl with Sonja, he rode long and easily, Petra's heels drumming on his back. She made howling and retching sounds as he did so, seeming to tell us that this was the most vile and abominable thing that a man ever did to a girl. We did not then know, but have discovered since, that Petra derives great excitement from pretending this revulsion and imagining to herself that every lover takes her by force. I think she truly meant to rebel when they turned her over on her belly for Otto to ravish the seat of beauty as well. Yet Petra knew that she would get it up her arse anyway and so, surely, she was rebelling only to have her resistance crushed. In this too, perhaps, she finds a thrill. As they tried to part her slim pale buttocks to make way for the heavy muzzle of Otto's tool, Petra tensed her rear cheeks against them, trying to press the halves together. We saw Petra's arsehole go tight and small as she barred the way. Having shown his mastery of Sonja with the school strap, Otto was not averse to using it for his own purposes. He stood over Petra and gave the eighteen-year-old nymph a savage smack across her slim buttocks with it. Petra screamed with uncontrolled panic. I do not know, Jack, if she had been daring him to do this, but I am quite sure Petra never dreamt that a school strap could hurt as much. A second whack of the leather across her demure buttocks brought a second scream. Petra was desperate to obey him now. She turned her hard young face and fringe to him, pleading, promising. But Otto was enjoying this too much. Whack! Smack!

Whack! Smack! Crack! The walls of the room rang with echoes of the searing lashes of the leather strap across the bare and writhing cheeks of Petra's bottom. Otto had subdued her easily and yet he was far from satisfied with her. The thrashing continued until Petra's demure young backside was blazing scarlet and all thought of further defiance was more than she dared to contemplate. Otto knelt astride her and presented the head of the battering ram to the tight rear loophole of the defiant citadel. A lunge and a pressing forward carried the day. There was a moment's shrillness from Petra, a cry of alarm from her, and then Otto gasped out his ecstasy at the tightness of the young nymph's backside which engulfed the hard length of his tool. As Petra's cries subsided and she submitted to that steady rhythm of the sodomy, it was only natural to twit-and chaff her for making such a fuss about so trivial a matter. If she did not join in the game of backgammon quite as lustily as Sonja had done, at least she lay there on her belly over the pillows and appeared to enjoy having it done to her. Otto kept her behind busy for some little while before he released the pent-up passion which had been simmering in his balls. Petra still retained a certain self-possession and dignity, for she was determined not to let us hear her cry out when the moment came. Cramming the corner of the pillow into her mouth, she emitted only a few stifled cries as the weapon shot off and pumped its salvoes into the depths of her slim backside. I will not weary you, Jack, with all the incidents which took place before the first yellow light of eastern sun touched the cool grey waters of the lake.

Several times Sonja and Petra, squirming on the beds in anticipation of their bridegrooms' return, cried out wildly that they had had enough cock for the time being and could not endure another ravishing in their present tender state. Who has not heard similar entreaties from every honeymoon suite? Yet once the penis was in place and the ride had begun, the hips and loins of the fillies moved with as eager a rhythm as those of their jockeys! I can best describe the extent and vigour of the pleasures by assuring you that when morning came, Sonja and Petra were obliged to walk with very small and cautious steps. The saddle of a bicycle was something which they might have contemplated with sheer horror. When the maids came to make the beds, they found not only the straps but a birch-rod in the folds of the sheets. It will not surprise you, then, to hear that when Sonja and Petra sat down to breakfast, it was with a wince and a sharp intake of breath. We smiled at this and reminded them that a honeymoon does not end after the first night. Karl and Otto are such fine fellows that they recover their strength easily in a few hours.

In the afternoon, I received a few well-bred young ladies of Berlin as my guests at tea. We talked freely among ourselves for they abhor prudery. Not one of them would miss the opportunity to have several girls as her slaves, in addition to the pleasures to be received from mankind. I made Sonja and Petra attend our little tea-party and, despite their blushes, explained that they had both enjoyed their first honeymoon night a few hours earlier. When Sonja asked if she might withdraw for a moment, three of the ladies pleaded the same necessity and went out immediately after her. You will guess the reason, Jack. When Sonja's knickers came down, these merry young ladies were determined that they must be there to watch.

The prospect of seeing how her bridegroom had enjoyed himself with her-and she with him-proved an irresistible temptation. To Sonja's dismay, she rose from the pedestal on which she had sat, only to be led immediately out and made to bend for their admiration. The ladies were delighted by what they saw and vowed that so many raised weals of the birch across Sonja's buttocks and thighs argued that hers was a honeymoon of true and enduring passion. They told her that she could not deny having enjoyed herself thoroughly, for the lubrication was still moist in her cunt. Sonja's brown face looked greatly flustered and she pleaded in defence of her modesty that she had been birched against her will. But one of the young ladies pointed out a lingering trace of vaseline between Sonja's bottom-cheeks. At this they all laughed, dismissing Sonja's self-defence, and said that she must have been deeply in love with the man to let him take her in such a way. They kept her bending like this for almost half an hour, intrigued by such a view. Indeed, their fingers explored her before and behind. When she flinched and pleaded, tenderness, this only served to make them more certain of the honeymoon passion which had driven her to such lengths. Petra was also accompanied and examined by these jovial young ladies when she made the same pilgrimage. When the blond nymph begged them to believe that she was detained at the villa unwillingly for these sports, they laughed uproariously. For had she not all the marks of passion upon her? They dismissed her pleadings as a young bride's natural shyness. Now, my dear Jack, as I write these words Lord Frederick comes and gives me a message for you.

We shall leave the Villa Anna in three days' time. It is the earliest possible date by which we can vacate it. I do not yet know the full details of our journey with the four girls. Indeed, Lord Fred has one or two arrangements still to make. As always, there are customs officials to be bribed and the palm of the chief of police must be crossed with silver. Various guardians of the law will chink the gold in their pockets and look the other way as several girls are bundled past them, eyes bulging perhaps and tongues straining against their gags. As his lordship says, these things are not difficult in any country of the world but they take precious time to arrange.

A propos, Lord Fred would have you and your little seraglio ready to travel in three weeks' time. You will, I imagine, wish to bring at least four beautiful fair-skinned houris with you. Who could deny you Claudia and Katharine, Elke and perhaps the young Swedish blonde Helena? Will you bring your red-headed maid Sian? Why should you not?

For the rest, you must be guided by prudence and the likely consequences. You might choose the other Swedish nymph Agnetha and perhaps those two voluptuous olive-skinned Italian students, Daniela and Valeria. Beyond that, however, Lord Fred and I counsel caution. If you must have a high-school adolescent like Vanessa, by all means. But let that be your limit. You will be beyond the reach of the English law, and yet it would not do to attract too much resentment upon yourself. Lord Fred himself will write to you upon our safe arrival with the girls here and will warn you that your time of departure is at hand. You may be sure that I, too, will write him a letter and chronicle our saucy experiences in the new seraglio with our girls!* And now, dearest Jack, I take my leave of Berlin for as long as is necessary before the scandal dies down. Prepare yourself for a similarly agreeable exile in company with us, your two greatest friends and most earnest well-wishers. May fate bring you soon to join Your own adoring Dolly. Lord Frederick 'The letters promised by Dolly will be found in the second part of this volume-Editor Anonymous Aphrodizzia