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May's Account of Her Introduction to the Art of Love…

I kneeled on the seat, as he told me, and jutted out my bottom.
He tried to get his cock into my slit, but failed. I put down my hand and kept the lips open, but whether from my immaturity or his inexperience, he could not succeed.
A few days afterwards he came running up to me in great glee, crying out: "I can do it now, Katie, I can do it now!"
"Stop your noise. What do you mean?"
"Stay, Katie, and I will tell you. You know father and I live in the cottage. He has, however, generally one or two of the slave girls with him in the evening.
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May's Account of Her Introduction to the Art of Love…

There was something peculiar about papa's manner the next morning. He put his arms around me several times, called me his sweet girl, his darling pet. He told me he was making arrangements to send me to England, to have my education completed there. He told me that he had taken my passage in a sugar-brig which was to start in a few days, and which was commanded by a friend of his, a Captain Lemberg, who would take good care of me.
I said I would like it very much but would be sorry to leave him and put my arms round his neck kissing him.
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