rather amusing about the pouting sulkiness of that young face? Once again, you will prefer to undress her with your own hands, no doubt. That is why Natasha still wears her formal uniform of green jumper, white blouse, striped tie and navy blue skirt with white ankle-socks.
As this prim little blonde fills your glass, can you resist stroking her fair-skinned face, kissing the prettily uncovered ear, or even running your hand up her slim young thighs under the skirt, testing their pale smoothness and feeling the firm young bottom-cheeks or warm pussy through the stretched white cotton of Natasha's schoolgirl knickers? However extreme the fantasies which Natasha awakens in your mind, all of them are possible here. The oldest of the three girls attending you is Noreen. Jack thought that after the daintiness of Natasha and the nymphlike elegance of Helena, the appeal of a strapping young trollop at nineteen years old would make an amusing contrast. Noreen's invariable costume here is the snug-fitting singlet which shows her breasts and strong young back, the tight jeans of faded blue denim. You need no introduction to the firm fair-skinned features, the defiant brown eyes, the collar length of dark lank hair and its level fringe. You now see for yourself the well formed thighs of a working-girl in the tight denim, the robust young hips, the broad but firmly-rounded cheeks of Noreen's bottom in the skin-tight denim. To ensure Noreen's obedience, you may very well need a whip, and one will be provided. Jack has also instructed that the two leather cuffs on her wrists are to be linked closely together in front of her. Her task is to operate the fan which stirs the air in the room. To do this we have contrived it that she must stand by the arm of your chair with her back to you, and must bend a little forward to reach the handle which she rums. Do you like the view with the seat of her jeans presented to you in this manner? As you sip your whisky, do you smile to yourself, your eyes roving over the sturdy mounds of Noreen's buttocks in the smooth- stretched jeans?
Let your gaze follow the stout seam of the denim seat as it is drawn deep and tight between her hind- cheeks and under her legs. See how it appears to part the lips of her cunt. Can you resist a word or two to curb her rebellion? “Such a strapping young bottom, Noreen! I believe that your arse-s the only thing about you that interests your master. Does that bring the anger to those brown eyes, Noreen? Come, now! Did you really think he admired you as a young beauty or a fine lady? You are but a backside and a pair of thighs to men of his rank, Noreen! Even a man who never saw your face but only had this rear view of you bending would know how to treat you. You bottom needs the whip, Noreen. Any man can tell that by looking at your rear. If you forget that tonight, Noreen, I shall leave a little note of complaint about you for my friend to find. And, believe me, Noreen, I will make him a present of the longest Havana I can find.” There may be fury in her brown eyes and defiance in her fair- skinned features, but you have taught her to keep them in check. It is customary before retiring to bed for a guest to be allowed a glimpse at some of the girls in the harem and the men who enjoy them. The carved panels on either side of this room are secret doors. In the arm of your chair you will find a row of concealed bell-pushes. By touching one you will cause a door to swing open and reveal to you the curious or amorous scene in the little closet beyond. I tell you, in confidence, such sights are often a great inspiration to one's own activities on taking three or four girls to bed for the night. Are you inclined to press one or two? Can you resist? You see, the first slides back. There you have a perfect view of Claudia and her harem guardian. He has the girl on her back, her wrists strapped to the top corners of the bed. She has had her pants taken off and he has made her draw her knees up to her chin, thus displaying her pubic lips fully. Dry soap flakes have powdered her cunt-fleece and slit. Now he is tickling her up with a tantalising little shaving-brush. No water is needed. As Claudia's cropped brown locks thresh side to side in her blissful torment, her cunt lubricates so copiously that she works up her own lather. A moment more and he kneels astride, a quivering erection pressing its bloated head into her taut elastic vagina. Leaving him to ride Claudia, press the next button and see Elke astride an ingenious rocking-horse. She is bare from the waist down and one observes how a leather phallus rises from the saddle to enter her cunt. Elke lies forward, hugging the horses neck. The fringed crop of her hair is bowed and the petulant little mouth gasping for breath as she rocks to and fro in ecstasy.
Her thighs grip the wooden flanks for very life. This time a guardian stands over her, a slim leather switch in his hand. One cannot help being pleased that he is such a hard task-master! Smack! goes the switch across the ripe young cheeks of Elke Mahne's bottom to drive her on. The Austrian girl's buttocks are already black and blue from such discipline. Yet Elke Mahne's riding-lesson will continue for many hours yet. Indeed, this sixteen-year-old sensualist would not stop it even if she could. Jack has acquired girls from every corner of the land. The next little room shows a soft beauty of nineteen. There is a knowing prettiness in Tania's rather olive-skinned face with its deep set blue eyes and light dimples. The short crop of brown curls clusters charmingly over her forehead. She is bending obediently forward over a table, soft young breasts sheathed in clinging wool.
From the rear, the usual riding-jeans are stretched tight over broadened and softly fattened buttocks, a deeply defined cleavage between them. This time the guardian takes down the jeans with the panties inside them. He dips his finger in a jar and teases the way between her rear cheeks with its length. A brief exertion, a cry of alarm from the girl and then, behold, Tania's young arsehole stretched perilously round the lucky penis-shaft which impales her. You may be sure that not all dramas are so intense for the stage must offer comedy as well as pathos. You have time to press one more button, for the night is young. Surely the last vision is one for mirth of a kind?
Would you care to know something of the young woman with whom the two men are romping? Jack never thought of her as a great beauty but rather as a charming and amusing means of diverting himself. Janet, as you see, is a rather stocky young brunette, twenty years old. You must allow she has a certain prettiness in her soft freckled face and brown eyes. Indeed one might almost say there is a saucy quality to the way her dark hair is cut in a Roman helmet-shape round her head with its length piled in little top-knot and held in place by a tortoiseshell comb. You agree? You find a certain appeal in the soft prettiness, the light freckles and the timidity of Janet's brown eyes?
What then of her figure? When Jack first saw her near the beach, she was dressed as she is now. Then, however, she was pushing a perambulator with a charming infant lying in it. The fact that a girl does not wear a wedding ring does not, alas, prevent the dropping of a cub! Perhaps it was this which gave her that slight shimmer of seductive plumpness. Imagine how our friend's eyes started as they made their first acquaintance with this pretty “pram-pusher,” as nursemaids are now called. She was dressed in that short brown jacket which scarcely reached her hips. From the waist down her covering was only skin-tight brown fleshing of the thinnest wool! Poor Jack found himself walking behind her on a long hill as she laboured upward, pushing the infants carriage. As she leant forward over the handle, straining on the steep pavement like a young mare between the shafts, her stocky young thighs pressing forward on the hill, our poor friend goggled at the sight. Under the tight seat of the brown trousers, he was presented with a rolling and shimmering rhythm of the vulgarly fattened cheeks of Janet's soft arse! Though she was obliged to lean forward in her labours on the hill, it appeared to Jack as if the girl was deliberately sticking her full-cheeked backside into his face. No doubt our soft and lightly freckled plaything would have been dismayed to realise the view she innocently presented. To make matters worse, Janet's knickers were rather brief and had lavishly frilled leg-holes. It seemed as if she had worn them in bed to excite her partner and had then put on the dark brown trousers over them. The shape of Janet's panties appeared through the tight trousers-cloth as two curving ridges, arching high and brief over each plump cheek of her bottom. For fifteen minutes on the long hill, the fattened young cheeks of Miss Janet's bottom writhed and shimmered a few feet ahead of our poor friend as he walked behind her. She had a certain radiance in her present condition and yet she was no beauty. Why, then, was Jack so provoked by her? To be sure, he timed every ascent of that hill so that he found himself walking just behind her and enduring Janet's broad and well-filled rear view. Imagine her indignation at realising his fascination! It was fortunate for our friend that he was able to use his influence in the matter.
Unwillingly, the abducted girl wrote a letter to say that she had run off with a newfound lover. Under such circumstances she passed into Jack's ownership and was brought here. Before you take your three girls to the luxurious sleeping quarters appointed for you, I hope you will consent to watch the little comedy being played out in the last of the rooms. The two scamps who have taken her in there are quite without scruple and capable of anything. You may depend upon them to teach Janet a lesson or two. You see that they choose the low leather- topped stool which is bolted to the floor. How our plump young chicken tries to twist and squirm as they press her down on all fours and attach her. Not surprisingly, her dark hair with its pretty top-knot twists round and they are confronted by the alarmed brown eyes and great apprehension in her soft prettiness. With eager hands they detach the tight brown trousers. One of them strips down her panties, pocketing Miss Janet's knickers as a souvenir. Straps round her ankles, thighs, waist, and wrists hold her to the apparatus.
The first man slips his hand between the back of her thighs. He finds the soft-haired cunt. Though Janet
