The sore was, however, too tender, the wound too bleeding fresh, for Charles’s good-nature to put my patience presently to another trial; but as I could not stir, or walk a-cross the room, he ordered the dinner to be brought to the bed side, where it could not be otherwise than my getting down the wing of a fowl, and two or three glasses of wine, since it was my adored youth who both served, and urged them on me, with that sweet irresistible authority with which love had invested him over me. Xnx I am sharing them on this site, Enjoy part 4 of Letter the First
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MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. 3. it was enough I knew his pleasure to submit joyfully to him, whatever pain I foresaw it would cost, me. Letter the First – Part 4
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