We had a delightful bout on the hearthrug, and I rode him till he spent into my excited cunt a third time. Keeping his cock stiff, and starting him again after each spend by the contractions of the folds of my vagina, which he declared gave him the most exquisite and voluptuous sensations, and that he had never experienced anything to equal it in his life many women as he had had in his time.
Presently I told him that as soon as I could get dressed I would go to confession.
"Do love," he replied, "and if the Confessor is reasonable with you, I will go myself to-morrow, or send for him to wait on me at the hotel."
I left him smoking a cigar, and about an hour-and-a-half afterwards entered the church, where I was immediately accosted by an elderly priest. "If the English lady wishes to confess, the Father Francisco in yonder box is most suitable for Madame. He knows the English ways so well, and was consecrated in England."
