Warning: This description, and the book itself, contain strong sexual language, and are not suitable for people under the age of 18. Lydia was a clerk in a law firm hoping to better herself, and when she met the hugely wealthy Sir Gerald Brenster, following the sad death of his first wife, the opportunity arose. The idea of being faithful to him never occurred to her, and even on their wedding day, her legs were rarely closed: "One of Kevin's hands now drifted down to Lydia's thigh; stroking under her skirt, he discovered her panty-less pussy very quickly; his probing finger slipped between her labia. Her cunt was lubricating freely, and the errant finger slipped in all the way. She gasped. "Oh God Make me come " Kevin eased another finger into her, and let his thumb find her clitoris. Circling the stiff little bud, he worked his fingers deep inside her, pulling them back then forcing them to her cervix. Lydia was clinging to him, feeling her legs turn to jelly as her climax began to overwhelm her. Standing in that lounge bar, not knowing if any other member of hotel staff might come in, Lydia cried aloud. The young barman took his hand away then from her groin and once again pulled her hips into his, let his lips find hers. Between kisses, Lydia gasped, "I don't think that's the first one of those you've touched." Kevin didn't reply; through the fabric of her dress, his finger was tracing down the crease of her arse. Unerringly, even through the material, he found the little puckered hole of her anus, so recently deflowered. He pushed the dress up into the hole, drawing another gasp from her, before sliding his finger a little further forward and invading her vulva once more."