During BF's early years in Philadelphia, his attentions were mostly focused on establishing his printing business. By the time he was thirty, his business had Poor Richard, and by absorbing most of his competitors had become profitable enough for him to be noticed by the community. The Freemasons asked him to join, and within a few years he was the Grand Master. I didn't care for all the secrecy and do gooding, but I loved the parties. This was, of course, not acknowledged, nor official, but we had a good time. It is easier when everyone must swear an oath to keep what we do a secret. That comes in handy when you are impregnating a few of the more prominent family's fertile young daughters. The party after BF had been sworn in as Grand Master was typical, and that I will share with you, unofficially, of course.
I wasn't there for the ceremonies. I wasn't at most of the meetings proper. I was looking for "entertainment" for the party later. I was told this had to be really special. Most of the masons would be informed of the party, minus the old crusty Puritans. They tended to frown on the wine and women that were the mainstays of our parties. Such a large crowd required more ladies, and that took some time. By the time the day had arrived, I had managed to enlist twenty of the prettiest young things in Philadelphia society. They even included a couple of minister's daughters and few city officials. We did not allow under 18, even though the younger girls were willing. It was decided that younger might encounter parents who were outraged enough to be willing to go public, instead of chalking it up to daughter's wild oats before they settled down with the arranged marriage.
I had a giant feast set up. We put naked girls as centerpieces of the tables. They held food on top of them. The rest of the servers were naked girls. BF didn't know how many men would come, but I was pretty sure twenty girls could handle however many came. It wasn't long before BF came in with fifteen of the members, ranging from 25 up to 50 years of age.
"My God, Abner, you've done it again." BF stood at the entryway admiring the young ladies laying on the tables. "You never cease to amaze me with these parties." He led everyone in, and they sat down around the tables.
When everyone was seated, I spoke up. "Gentleman, thank you for coming. I am sure this will be an evening you will never forget. When you are settled, your personal server will bring your food. If you desire anything on the ladies on the table, feel free to enjoy. We shall begin."
The naked ladies each entered with a plate of food and glass of wine. The fifteen of them sat down in the lap of each of the men. When they were seated, they began feeding the men off their plates. The men were having a problem concentrating on the food. They couldn't keep their hands off the servers. They would pinch their bottoms and their breasts, and giggle like schoolboys. The meal proceeded with a raucous noise that only increased as the wine flowed. When the meal was finished, I stood up.
"Gentlemen, it is time for the dessert. Ladies, if you please." Each lady slipped off the men's laps into the space under the table under them. The men were temporarily speechless as the ladies unfastened their trousers and removed their members.
Each lady began servicing their patron to a varying degree of quality commiserate with their skill level. You could tell the ladies more skilled, as their men were sliding off their chairs with their head back and eyes closed. Some of the ladies obviously had less practice, and they needed a little encouragement from their men. However, very soon, every lady had succeeded in satisfying their man.
I stood up again. "Gentlemen, the organized portion of our program is completed. It is left up to you what you desire to do and can find a willing partner to do it." Every man stood up, took the hand of the young woman in front of them and headed for the couches. BF had an especially striking young woman of 20 who was the daughter of the most powerful minister in Philadelphia. BF liked to court danger. He always was sure he could talk his way out of anything.
