—End of the orgie.CHAPTER XV.—Morning headaches.—An indignant housekeeper.—Asaucy valet.—Consequences.—Fred leaves England.—Lady A... 's...nvitation.—Laura a widow.—Farewell Laura.—Adieu Mabel.—Myguardian's remonstrances.—Parental advice.—Ruined.—Reflexions.—Myrelations.CHAPTER XVI.—Married, and miserable.—Virtuousintentions.—Consequences.—Mary Davis—A virtuous child.—Low-classfucksters.—A concupiscent landlady.—Reflexions on my career.—thesizes of pricks.—My misconception.CHAPTER XVII.—Irish. "Now that you're smooth, shaved bare, go to the kitchen and put on the clothes you find there."I dry myself haphazardly before rushing back into the kitchen. I don't bother to put anyting on. When I get there, I immediately unzip the garment bag and gasp! The dress is very nice. It's fitted, tightly hugging my curves and emphasizing my already large tits with its stripped, black and white pattern. The hemline ends a few inches above my knees, and the legs hug tight as well. It's a sexy dress,. ’ She thought to herself one late afternoon as she watched Jack walk towards the door on an errand for her. So busy was she at that period that her great sexual appetite had to take a back seat for the four weeks that it took to wrap things up. Her only sexual contact was a brief grope and spit sex in the comfort of her matrimonial bed with her sexually incompetent husband Andrew just before he jetted off on yet another business trip. If anything, that encounter only served to magnify her. The room was dimly lit and the echo of her shoes on the tile floor beat loudly in her ears as she made her way to the middle of the room. Just as she was about to turn and leave earl stepped out of one of the stalls. Hello my pet he said. Pet? Why did he say that, she thought? You know you’re in trouble don’t you? You dumb little slut! Earl snickered. Ericka immediately went into attack mode without realizing it. Who the hell are you to call me a slut, she yelled at Earl. I am the one that.