Respectfully yours,
Sam Elbaum
PS. I'm sure you will agree that one favour deserves another and I'd be much obliged if you would kindly settle your account by the end of the month.
Gritting my teeth, I carefully tore up Mr. Elbaum's message into little pieces before dropping them into the waste-paper basket. How foolish it had been of me to keep such a personal letter, let alone those explicit photographs from Lady Cassandra Gossborough. She had sent them to me the day after we had made some private music together in her bedroom following a recital by the noted Russian violinist Herschel
Motkalevitch and the London Symphony Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall.
I should explain that Lady Cassie is a keen and knowledgeable camerawoman. By the use of an ingenious delayed exposure mechanism, she had been able to take a series of excellent photographs of the pair of us entwined in a 'sixty-nine' with her open mouth crammed with my cock and my tongue sliding across her pouting cunney lips.
And, to cap it all, if these prints were not damning enough, she had also sent me a detailed billet doux about how she would like to be fucked when I came round for tea in two weeks' time.
However, to be fair to Lady Cassie, it was hardly surprising that she was desperate for a good fuck because Sir Horatio Gossborough spent more time supervising his vast financial interests in South Africa than at home with his wife. As I remarked to Teddy Carmichael the morning after the concert, it was probably the first time that she had had a stiffie between her legs since Sir Horatio had left London on his latest voyage back in April. Teddy looked doubtful and said that it was an open secret in Society circles that the very next evening after her husband's departure, Lady Cassie dined with Count Gewirtz of Galicia at his house in Green Street, Mayfair and did not return home until the following afternoon.
Well, at least the letter and photographs had been consigned to the flames, I muttered to myself whilst I pulled out my fountain pen and chequebook from my case to settle Mr. Elbaum's account. The tailor was an honourable man but I put my cheque without further delay into an envelope on which I scrawled his address because I reasoned that it would be stupid to try Sam's patience and keep him waiting for his three guineas.
It was seven twenty-five by the time I had finished dressing and I hurried down the staircase, pausing only to give Fielding instructions to post Mr. Elbaum's letter as he opened the drawing-room door for me.
'Ah, there you are, Andrew!' called out Katie who looked adorable in a blue cashmere dress. The swell of her beautiful breasts was accentuated by the daringly low-cut gown. 'You've just time for a glass of Buck's Fizz before dinner.'
Hobart stepped forward with a tray from which I took a glass. Looking round at the assembled company, I raised it and toasted my fellow guests. 'Bottoms up, everybody,' I declared, a remark which left Ian and Jack the task of explaining that I was not being rather rude!
Fielding re-entered the room and announced in sonorous tones that dinner was served. I had time only to see that Susie was wearing a black gown with a similarly revealing decolletage as were the Danish twins who had decided to tease us by choosing identical emerald green dresses. This made it almost impossible for the rest of us to tell them apart as the girls rose to be escorted into the dining room.
Assuming I was talking to Alexa, who incidentally was the eldest by fifteen minutes of the stunning Scandinavian sisters, I said to the ravishing blonde who was standing next to me, 'Your sister and you both look lovely in you pretty dressed but please forgive me if I address you as Erika by mistake.'
However the gorgeous girl took the wind out of my sails by replying with a wide smile: 'Andrew, I would be more annoyed if you called me anything else but Erika because that is my name.'
'Oh dear, how foolish of me to make such a mistake,' I said in no little confusion, but the other girl wagged a reproving finger at her sister as she scolded her. 'Alexa, it's very naughty to tease poor Andrew like that, I shall have to punish you for being so naughty after dinner.'
'Is that a promise?' asked Alexa unblushingly as she took the arm of Ian Pethick to escort her into the dining room. Katie slipped her arm inside mine and we led the party into the dining room.
'Hurry up, Andrew, I'm feeling quite ravished,' she said to me and I smiled: if that's so, how will you be feeling after dinner, my poppet?'
'Well fucked I hope,' she responded quietly and I almost choked with laughter as we strode out into the hall. By the time we reached the dining room I could hear the familiar sound of champagne corks popping and the eight of us-Katie and myself, Susie and Teddy, Alexa and Ian, Erika and Jack enjoyed this superb repast prepared by Mrs. Matlock:
Croutes de Caviare
Creme d'Asperges
Filets de Sole a la Toulouse
Selle D 'Agneau
Jambon de York
Canetons aux Petits Pois
Baba au Rhum
Baverois aux Fruits et Glaces
Fielding and the retinue of footmen served champagne and fine wines throughout the meal and I must confess that Katie's parents would have considered our behaviour around the table more than a shade too boisterous for polite Society even before the footmen had cleared the table and retired to the servants' hall to gossip over a well-earned cup of tea.
For example, Katie had placed herself on my right and Erika was sitting on my left with Jack Dennison next to her. The glass of '02 Chateau d'Yquem dessert wine trembled in my hand when I glanced towards them and saw that the lissome girl had brazenly undone Jack's fly buttons and her fingers were now busy fumbling inside his trousers. With a flourish, she brought out his thick throbbing truncheon which stood stiffly to attention as Erika began to jerk her hand up and down his swollen shaft. Jack gurgled with delight as the touch of her artful fingers sent shivers of pleasure running through his entire frame.
Meanwhile, Teddy had risen to his feet and asked for quiet as he wished to recite a poem he had composed in honour of Susie, 'a fair English rose whose beauty is unparalleled in town or country', which he would now read aloud to the assembled noble company.
To a round of applause, he took a sheet of paper out of his pocket and declaimed:
Come Susie dear! now lay your body down
Upon my naked belly white,
Now rapture soon will embrace my crown:
This is the path to true delight.
Flowers bloom their brightest there.
Unknown fragrance fills the air.
Come, sweet Susie, grant my prayer
Kneeling I make to thee!
A pretty blush coloured Susie's cheeks whilst we gave Teddy a rousing standing ovation which was enlivened by the inevitable consequence of Erika's frigging Jack's gigantic cock. For she had not released his tool from her grasp when he rose to cheer Teddy's poetic prowess and had continued to rub her hand even more vigorously up and down his hot hard shaft. So, just as everyone else turned their attention to gape at this public tossing-off, a miniature fountain of white froth jetted out of the top of his bulbous knob in a looping arc directly into a bowl of fresh fruit salad that had been set on the table in front of him.
There was a stunned silence for a moment or two and then Katie said coolly: 'Jack, how kind of you to flavour the fruit with your tangy jism. I'm sure it now tastes quite delicious. Would you kindly ladle some out on a plate for me?'
Her remark was greeted by a roar of laughter. I turned round to him and said: 'I say, Jack, why don't you and Erika entertain us properly with a full show of l ' arte de faire l'amour?'
'Quite right, Andrew, what a splendid idea!' exclaimed Teddy heartily. 'But I'll wager a fiver that he hasn't the nerve to fuck Erika on that Turkish rug in front of the fireplace.'