She was always out in the grounds with him in fine weather. I don’t know what you mean, or what you are saying.” In her fear, and agitation she had been betrayed into answering my assertions. By the bed-side stood page Robert with his breeches opened, she was frigging, or feeling his great cock as she lay; the page’s hand was between her knees, either on her cunt, or trying to get at it. A knock at the door. Back to the house, saw nursemaid, said in a whisper. These adventures will be told in their place. I laid by her side talking to her, then noticing my night-shirt said, “You are poorly.” “Nothing of the sort.” To put my fingers up to verify that, and look at them was the work of a moment. By the bed-side stood page Robert with his breeches opened, she was frigging, or feeling his great cock as she lay; the page’s hand was between her knees, either on her cunt, or trying to get at it. “Lay hold of his
