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“It sounds splendid, ma’am.”

“There is one other benefit of living here.”

“There’s more?”

“Catherine, the door to my bedroom is always open for you.” Henrietta took the young woman into her arms and kissed her on the mouth.

“Mrs. Horton, could a girl ask for anything more?” She smiled. “Can I taste your pussy cat right now? What a wonderful way to be welcomed to your home.”

Shortly after young Catherine moved in, Henrietta invited herself into her bedroom. “Catherine, my pussy cat, has not enjoyed the pleasures you seem to enjoy in weeks.” She took off her dressing gown; she was naked underneath.

“Oh Henrietta, I was hoping that you would allow me the delights of your sweet pussy cat. It has been too long.”

When Henrietta said they’d share a bath, Catherine soon learned they’d share a bath. Lying back against the older woman’s breasts while Mrs. Horton massaged her nipples was a weekly treat for both of them. “Henrietta, I’ve noticed that after we bathe, your pussy cat is particularly sweet, I could find pleasure in it all night.”

“Then you shall, my dear, you shall.”

Daisy Jackson’s husband was still on business in San Francisco. Through friends, she heard that his business was an eighteen-year-old Chinese girl.

It was unusual among their class of people, but Daisy filed divorce papers. A judge who knew her husband’s reputation quickly granted the divorce.

Soon Gertrude Morefield was a regular visitor. Even after the fiftieth, maybe the hundredth visit, Gertrude still considered it an honor and a privilege to worship Daisy’s treasure with her tongue.

Although Gertrude never asked for anything else, Daisy in an orgasmic state insisted, no demanded that Gertrude’s sweet young kitty be hers.

Daisy’s masterful and playful tongue work insured that Gertrude would come back again and again to worship her own honeypot.

Cilla Greenwood arrived in Priscilla Randolph’s carriage at Mrs. Randolph’s Beacon Hill mansion. Under one arm were her schoolbooks, under the other was her pillow.

She’d been here many times and spent most of that time on her knees. In her sitting room, Mrs. Randolph was waiting for Cilla. She was naked on a couch with her legs spread. “Good afternoon, Cilla, do you want to tell me why you came to see me?”

“Ummmm, I came here to please Mrs. Randolph’s honeypot.” Before she got on her knees, “May I, please.”

“That’s what Mrs. Randolph likes to hear. You may proceed.”

Cilla spent so much time on her knees on Mrs. Randolph’s hard wood floor, that’s why she started bringing her own pillow. When she finished or Mrs. Randolph had enough, Cilla always thanked her before the older woman’s carriage drove her back to the North End.

About once every few months, Mrs. Randolph sent Cilla to see Gladys Wortham, who as you know had a tongue that just couldn’t get enough of young women. Well, to be fair, Gladys’ tongue had a thing for those mature women the Sappho’s Society, too. What I’m saying Gladys Wortham’s tongue had a thing for women.

When Cilla was with Gladys, she not only got the most extraordinary and satisfying experience, but Cilla was also taught by Gladys to please women like no one else could. “Cilla, in a few years I’ll be too old for all of this. You are best positioned to replace me, unless of course, you’d like to be Priscilla Randolph personal pussy cat pleaser.”

Cilla chose Mrs. Randolph, “Gladys, my favorite position is on my knees servicing Mrs. Randolph’s delicious honeypot.”

Fifty-two-year-old Elvira van Wie liked nothing better than to see Lorelei Garner lying spread eagle on her bed. Her gorgeous red womanly charms waiting; her luscious breasts with their large pink nipples ripe for the taking. To top it all off, Lorelei had just finished spending an hour enjoying Elvira’s breasts; breasts that every one of those mature women and the young girls wished they had. By now, they all had. Had enjoyed her breasts, that is. Lorelei would straddle them and rub those magnificent breasts in their face until they begged to taste her honeypot.

TO BE CONTINUED

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