different garments, a red tulle jacket over my head, petticoats, skirt, bodice, stockings and shoes, a complete red attire. The canoness rose and extended her hand.
Red Girl, said she. From this moment and till your dying day you belong to the members of the confraternity and to the rules with which you are acquainted. Do you consent?
Then we kissed each other, and a general handplay began, interrupted by their caresses, suckings, licking, downfalls, fucking and spending.
But what a state you must be in, dear Paul, on reading all this! Your blood must be on fire. The holidays approach. Shall we meet? And if we meet, shall I find an opportunity of initiating you into my science of inculcating it in you by luscious filthiness? Wish for it! I am ready for anything and shall afterwards introduce you to all my friends of the congregation.
Goodbye, darling, million of suckings and tonguings. And yes, I shall let you fuck me, dear Paul. We first learnt the rudiments of love together and now you shall learn the essence of love by using your prick to draw it forth.
Adieu.
Adeline.
