A petulant jerk she gave but that was all. In such a moment the decision must be made as whether to continue the hold or to end it quickly with a slight caress. I decided on the former for a moment and with some deliberation pressed both gown and drawers into her groove and fingered her with purpose there, finding the rimming of her bottomhole.
“You must learn to ease your mind and body both- you will feel better for it, Jane,” I said.
“I don't want to,” some girls are prone to say, but she did not, most happily.
“I suppose, yes,” she answered in a quavering tone. It was enough. I lewdly felt her nice, tight groove once more and then I let her go, not with a suddenness but as if with infinite regret, which I am bound to say was positively the case. The gourds of her tits were hard and firm, her belly flat, and thighs most promising. I heard her swallow and let her turn away. The material of her gown being caught between her bottom cheeks where I had pressed it, she gave it a self-conscious tug and blushed. “This is the price I have to pay,” I heard her think but felt a certain ruthlessness at it.
At that, Caroline peeped in. She has a positive talent for appearing at moments that are apt.
“We must go, my dear,” she said to me, and then- observing Jane's flushed visage-asked her, “Is all well?”
“Oh, yes-but really I cannot think of anything you could do,” said she.
“Nonsense, my pet. A touch of boldness is requisite here, and with a mite of ingenuity we shall free you from her wiles, you must be active, though. That, too, will be required and in ways that may blur your natural modesty a little ”
“Oh!” exclaimed Jane and brushed her eyes away. The impress of my fingers would be felt still in between her darling cheeks.
“It is requisite, Jane,” said Caroline tenderly, “But we will discuss it more when we have plotted out our plot.”
“Yes, yes, I see.”
“Goodbye, my dear.” I embraced her once again, but this time only held her hips, yet let her experience the possessive firmness of my hands, this Caroline observing with approval, for she kissed her, too.
“Did you feel her?” she asked immediately we left the house. It was not the question of a jealous wife, but one of plain enquiry.
“Yes. Her bottom has a noble feel to it. She did not wilt too much. I felt her drawers.”
“Good. That is a beginning, at the least. It may not be necessary for her to participate too closely, but we shall have to see. Adelaide-have you thought of anything?” she asked my sister in the carriage.
“Dearest, I have the most wonderful idea in the world!” my sister answered with no modesty at all, then looked at me across the seats and asked, “Do you know anything about photography at all?”
“A little, yes, but…”
“Oh, Adelaide, get on with it!” said Caroline impatiently.
“No-for I want to think about it just a little more. I rather fancy her, you know.”
“Who?” we both asked as one.
“Why, Jane, of course. I think she will be malleable.”
“Really, my pet, if you are thinking of the same old game-of first seducing her and then putting her to bed with Thomas… really!” Caroline exclaimed.
“Nothing so crude. Wait until we are settled and then we will discuss my plan. It is a little elaborate, but I know it will come off,” said Adelaide with great self-satisfaction, and maddeningly would not utter up another word upon the subject until-and I hate to say it, but it's true-we were indoors and more China tea was served.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I was to purchase a camera and a stand, some dry plates, and such chemicals as were needed. That was the upshot of it all.
“A new direction! We shall shortly have an album of delightfully naughty likenesses,” said Caroline after my sister had unfolded her plan. Caroline would not be too much bettered, though, and so produced a sequel to it which she insisted on describing as “something beautifully concomitant.”
I must agree, though, that it was and prided myself for the thousandth time at having two such angels by my side. Besides, some photographic practise was necessary and- having procured the requisite equipment-and, finding it a devil of a job to keep my lovely models still, I took some rather fetching nude studies of both until they were highly delighted with my efforts, though much bored with my newfound talk of rapid rectilinear lenses and such.
Only when the groundwork thus had been done did we draw both Jane and Ethel into the secret of our plot. At first, it caused them to screw up their eyes (and Ethel even to hide her face), but if it was to be done then fully and properly must it be done, as Adelaide opined.
However, it will not be known to any who come across my words of what I speak, and so I will come to the heart of the matter. Alas that I was not there at every moment and so must have recourse to a third-hand account from time to time.
The essence of the affair lay in the photographs, for seductions of the kind that we had planned are not unusual, though the circumstances were. Jane and Ethel were first to butter-up Esmeralda and to pay her several visits, which they did, and thus became more friendly with the daughter, too, this quite enchanting their Papa who knew nothing of the nets that lay ahead.
Upon their third visit they took wine which Caroline beforehand had prepared. It contained a dose of laudanum-and a little extra. I will say no more than that since more worthy females should not in this wise be subjected to the whims of others when they are comatose. That is not our way at all, by jove. And I must say that, interlaced with this (though not the wine, but the idea) was Caroline's own little addendum to the naughtiness.
After much seemingly bright chatter at the house of Esmeralda, Jane asked whether Mabel might like to spend the night with them, this being assented to with readiness since both she and her Mama sought every avenue to inveigle themselves into the Maudesley household. As an afterthought, then-and just prior to leaving-Jane produced the wine and some little cakes as well, these being received with an apparent rapture that they scarcely merited, and did not in fact merit at all if Esmeralda and her son had known what they contained: to wit a powdered aphrodisiac.
Several hypocritical kisses then being exchanged, the three girls departed, Jane being careful not to actually lock the door while Mabel's attention was otherwise caught.
How long we were then to wait was the trick of it, I do confess. It was the one weakness in the plan.
“A quarter of an hour,” said Adelaide.-“No, half an hour,” said Caroline. I settled for three-quarters, and was right. Jane, having made such excuses to Mabel as were needful ventured out from her own house again and met us on the road, our carriage ready.
“Do you think it will work?” she asked.
“If they are comatose, my pet, it will. I am sure they will have tasted everything by now,” said Adelaide who had a right to speak on it since this part of it was her idea.
I admit to feeling great nervousness when we arrived and had the carriage halt beyond the gate while we approached on foot, and I carrying the heavy camera and the stand.
Adelaide and Caroline first ventured in the house and then returned and beckoned us. Ah, what relief!
“I told you it would work,” said Adelaide.
Esmeralda had slumped sideways on the purple couch. Her breasts were bared, and her gown drawn up to show her garters and her plump, white thighs. Nicholas's trousers gaped, but his cock was slack. The knob peeped out.
“Excellent! Well, at least they had made a start!” said Caroline.
Jane stared at the peeping member, blushed, and said, “It must be very strong-that wine.” We had not let her quite into the secrets of our formulae.
“It is, yes. Help to get his boots and trousers off. We will attend to Esmeralda,” Adelaide instructed.
Oh dear, such demure hesitations came from Jane. “They might wake up,” she said. I nudged her on and set to untying Nicholas's boots and pulled them off.