"How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt.
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