systems. 'I have given both of them sleeping draughts and they should now sleep soundly for at least three hours. Whenever either of the patients wakes up, give them some weak tea or barley water, but on no account give them anything to eat,' he told Mr.
Haines and myself, for we both volunteered to nurse our respective patients back to health. 'Very well, then, now may I present you with my bill for five guineas,' said Doctor Tong calmly. 'I presume Lieutenant Lynch, as primary patient, will settle the account?' I thought to myself that poor Johnny, who was almost always broke, would be quite distraught at having to find such a large sum from his already strained bank account. Then a thought struck me and I put my hand on the Doctor's arm and whispered: 'Couldn't we settle the account in kind?' 'Whatever do you mean?' he said. I let my hand fall suggestively to the front of his trousers and rubbed my palm on the rubbery rod that I felt twitch noticeably under my touch.
'I do not fuck for money,' I hastened to add. 'But I would be pleased to let you view my superb feminine charms in all their glorious nudity, and if you like, I will relieve any tensions by a special French massage.' Doctor Tong's eyes brightened as he said: 'In the name of medical science I will accept your offer, as I have never been given a French massage and I think it best that I try one for myself as it might prove a valuable tool in the alleviation of certain mental and physical troubles.' 'Will you excuse us for a few minutes, David?' I said to Mr. Haines. 'Of course, Jenny, I will be in Miss Terry's rooms and I will make you a cup of tea if you will join me there later,' said the considerate young man, taking his leave of us. I turned to Doctor Tong and said: 'Just sit down on the Chesterfield, Doctor, and relax. To entertain you I shall give my impression of the pose plastique as performed by Miss Norma Blakeley at the Jim Jam Club, Great Windmill Street every night at nine o'clock.' 'I have an even better idea,' said Doctor Tong. 'I will play the piano to accompany your performance.' He sat down at the piano and began to play softly a lovely Chopin Polonaise. I undressed to the sound of music until I was nude except for my chemise. Doctor Tong quickened the tempo as I shrugged off the chemise to stand quite naked in front of the mirror. At this juncture, I must confess that I could not help but admire my body. Well, why not, Mr. Editor? I make no apologies for my behaviour, for have I not always held that false modesty is as foolish as overweening pride? Surely there cannot be any readers who would disagree with my philosophy? Therefore I shall not disguise in the slightest my approval of my own unblemished skin or my swelling, firm breasts, each looking a little away from the other, each perfectly round and tapering in luscious curves until they came to two ruby points set in pink aureoles. My belly, too, was as white as snow and gleamed under the electric light-Johnny Lynch believed in obtaining all the conveniences of modern life-and I smoothed my hands over its broad yet flat expanse, dimpled as it was with a sweet little navel, like a perfect plain of snow which appeared the more dazzling from the curly locks of silky blonde hair which formed a golden triangle around my pussey. I stood on tip-toe and swivelled round to face Doctor Tong, opening my legs a little to give him fair view of my demure little crack, complete with its pouting lips. I moved towards him and slid my hand down to the lump in his crotch and closed my fingers around the solid stiffness of his erection. To protect the material of his trousers, I opened his fly buttons and out sprang his bursting stalk which was quite small, being only some five inches long, but beautifully formed and well ornamented by a pair of tight- looking little balls. As I have written in previous missives, a small prick poses no problems for me. Indeed, I think that I prefer them to monster weapons, for smaller pegos are more manoeuvrable when thrusting into a hot, slippery cunney. As my Australian cousin, Joanna Clarke, says: 'It's not the size of the waves that count, but the motion of the ocean!' By now the randy doctor was breathing heavily, so I reached out and stroked his throbbing rod. I giggled as it twitched violently in my hand and I said: 'I know you would like to spend though we haven't too much time for preliminaries. However, if you like the idea, I will let you spend over my titties.' Doctor Tong nodded his approval as I gently took hold of his blue-veined shaft and briskly rubbed my hand up and down from his balls to his knob. I knelt down and with the other hand took my already erect nipples between my fingers and coaxed them up further so they began to resemble two miniature red stalks. 'Come on now, doctor, I want you to soak my bubbies with your love juice,' I urged him as I wrapped my hand tightly around his prick and felt his ultimate pleasure approaching fast. He gasped with delight as he let fly great fountains of frothy spunk which sprayed a white necklace across my globes. I leaned further forward to rub his jerking cock between the valley of my breasts, smearing the sperm all round my saucer-shaped aureoles. I squeezed my breasts together and stuffed his still stiff shaft into my cleavage, and he cried out in ecstasy as he spurted the remnants of his spunk onto my chin. 'Thank you for coming so quickly, Doctor,' I muttered as he lay back on the Chesterfield, quite exhausted from this somewhat hurried sexual exercise. 'What a splendid little how-do-you-do,' he said, heaving himself up as he adjusted his clothing. 'I must thank you most sincerely for a most invigorating tonic, which I only wish I could prescribe for my patients.' I slipped on Johnny's bathrobe and replied: 'It was my pleasure to administer the treatment, Doctor Tong, though I trust you will be as discreet as I about the elixir involved.' 'Dear Jenny, my Hippocratic oath assures you of my total discretion,' he promised, tearing up the bill he had previously made out. Stuffing the pieces of paper into his pocket, he made his way to the door. 'May I wish you a very good night and express the hope that we may soon meet again.' After he had left the apartment I popped in to check that Johnny was still safe in the arms of Morpheus. He looked so sweet, lying there with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, that I was tempted to wake my sleeping beauty with a kiss. But it would be foolish not to follow the strict instructions of Doctor Tong and so, without disturbing him further, I left John sleeping soundly as I closed the door quietly behind me.
I was about to cross the hallway to take up my neighbour's kind offer of a cup of tea, when I heard someone knocking gently on the front door. I opened it only to find David Haines standing there holding a silver tray complete with a pot of tea, a milk jug, a fruit cake and two cups and saucers. 'If the mountain will not come to Mahomet, then Mahomet must come to the mountain,' he grinned. 'May I come in, please, Miss Everleigh?' 'Of course you can, Mr.
Haines,' I said, welcoming him in. 'You have saved me a journey. Tell me, how is Miss Terry feeling?' 'Oh, she is deep in the land of Nod,' he said. 'Now, shall I pour the tea or would you prefer to do so?' We sipped our tea, which I found most refreshing, and we chatted away in a most amiable fashion. We were soon on forename terms and David told me how he entered the theatrical profession. His parents had owned a small hotel in the Midlands which was frequented by many players en route or returning from the capital city. David had been in charge of the restaurant and earned a high wage, 'but I had always wanted to act on the professional stage,' he explained. 'One evening I auditioned for a role in Mr. Peter Webb's travelling troupe of Shakespearean artistes. I was engaged to play minor roles at first, but I progressed until I won some fame in provincial theatres. My Laertes in Sevenoaks was much admired, whilst my Pistol was commented upon most favourably in Littlehampton and Penistone.' 'How appropriate,' I laughed gaily, 'and was Pistol's cock up?' 'Oh, yes, and flashing fire did follow,' he replied, remembering his lines from the Bard of Avon's Henry V. Yes, Mr. Editor, before you and the readers of your splendid magazine ask the question, I will admit to enjoying intercourse with the handsome young actor. We were attracted to each other, of course, and we had both been fired earlier that evening by the anticipation of a night of connubial bliss with our partners, joys that had apparently been dashed by Sir James Salter's noxious lobsters. However, I did try (though not overmuch!) to dissuade the dear lad as he slipped his arm around my waist and drew me close to him so that he could nibble my ear. 'We shouldn't really do this,' I said as he tenderly took me in his arms.
'Is this fair to Johnny Lynch or to Miss Terry?' 'Ah, Jenny, if you do give me a kiss, what will Lieutenant Lynch lose?' he whispered, inserting his hand between the folds of my robe and letting it rove up to caress my breasts. 'After all, a slice from a cut loaf is never missed as Ellen herself often tells me, for she does not live the life of a nun when we are working in different cities.' I could not help but giggle as our lips met and we eased ourselves down onto the rich pink Persian carpet which was almost as comfortable as a mattress. Slipping off his jacket, I began to unbutton his trousers.
Turning them down, my eager hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the firmness of the rounded contours of his buttocks whilst I did not fail to see his linen stand out in front. I lifted up the shirt to reveal a truly massive truncheon that stood up magnificently from the morass of dark hair around his pubic area. This was a truly prizewinning sapling at least three inches longer than Johnny's and far thicker than that of Doctor Tong's. I put out my hand to grasp this monster tool when I suddenly realised there was something else different about it. As I pulled my hand up and down the hot, smooth-skinned shaft, I realised that the fiery purple helmet was totally uncovered, yet there was no foreskin to pull back. My surprise must have registered on my face as David murmured: 'Dearest love, I hope my prick does not disturb you.' 'Oh, no,' I said reassuringly. 'I have seen several circumcised cocks in my time. They are quite pleasing to the eye and even more pleasant to the taste as there are no smelly parts with which to be concerned. Several high-ranking gentlemen have had their foreskins removed for one reason or another whilst, of course, Sir Moses Abrahams had his whisked off in early infancy.' 'Ah, yes, the
