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Mrs. Grey, the railroad heiress, learned from her husband, that everything could be bought and everything was for sale.

She belonged to a women’s group which met for tea once a month. These were women of means. Their husbands or their families were among the wealthiest in the country: meatpacking; shipping, steel. A few were newly rich: oil.

They were all well-educated for the times; most having attended the few private universities open to women. All seemed to be in loveless marriages or were widowed. By loveless marriages. I mean like Mrs. Grey had been. Their husbands so engrossed in making money, ignored them; ignored their needs as women.

They gossiped; shared the latest romance novels they’d read, and although publicly they carried themselves as proper, sophisticated ladies, in the privacy of these tea parties, they passed around ‘marital guides.’ They were in fact pornographic ‘how to’ books with sketches.

Universally, other than with their husbands on top of them, they’d never . . .

Universally, when they viewed the sketches of men and women engaged in oral fulfillment, they were shocked and appalled.

Universally, when they got home and alone in their own beds, they fantasized about those sketches: all of them.

On occasion, in addition to those tea parties, those women met in the evening where spirits were consumed. It was under these conditions that often tongues were loosened.

One evening, Mrs. Grey was engaged in a conversation with Mrs. Hermione Louise Allsop, a woman in her early forties whose husband was always too busy, too tired or too disinterested. She was never too busy, never too tired and always interested. Their marriage was a financial windfall for her, but a romantic disaster. The Allsops were the largest meatpackers in the country.

“Lucinda, did you happen to peruse that smut that someone brought to the tea party?”

“Only briefly. I haven’t engaged in such behavior in ages. Why?”

“I took it home with me. I thought I might entice Roland but it didn’t work. Anyhow, I accidently opened to this page.” She pulled the ragged paperback from her bag and opened it to a well-worn page. “Have you ever?”

In modern terms, the sketch was of a woman on her knees giving a blowjob. At the time, blowjob was not in anyone’s vocabulary, but the act had been around for eons.

“Hermy, I don’t think this is the kind of conversation we should be having.”

“I know, I know, but Lucinda, I didn’t know anything when I got married. In our first year of marriage Roland suggested this,” she pointed at the page. “Lucinda, it was the greatest thing ever. The most wonderful wedding gift ever; but for the last decade, he’s taken it away.” There was a tear in her eye.

“Hermy, I-I-I don’t want to . . .”

“I’m sorry, Lucinda. When I saw this, I just had to let it out. I’m so frustrated.”

Shortly thereafter Mrs. Grey returned home. It was late; she’d had too much to drink but sleep didn’t come easy. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Mrs. Hermione Louise Allsop doing what the woman in that sketch was doing, but it wasn’t just some anonymous man; it was young Marcus Grey and his unusually large, fat, long manhood.

Over the next few weeks, Mrs. Grey could not get Mrs. Allsop on her

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