“Shall I show the, er, Gentleman, to the servants quarters,” bloody sarky Butler smirked. Go without, risk whore house or marry a nob. tube8 Lady Mc knew when to keep stum so she showed us into parlour. “No, I’d kill your bloody mother if I was you,” I said as I approached the bed, “Don’t fret lass, I never had to force a bloody wench to fuck me in me bloody life.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her privates as I approached. All she had on were her corsets and knee length stockings, no knickers or nothing but showing her privates and nice creamy thighs. “No thee bloody ent,” I said, “Thee jus wants me brass,” I answered him, “I’m from bloody Yorksire and I speaks me bloody mind,” I explained to the ignorant Lancashire twat. “How much were you asking?” the slimy one asked.
