“No idea sir,” I explained, “Your daughter is fat as a pig sir,” I said inelegantly, “Lady Garth came to remonstrate. Indian sex “Pinkerton you cad!” he cried, “Come forth that I might have satisfaction!”
“Sir?” I said as I had to return to the dining room to face him. “Damn it where’s me breeches,” I cursed as my night shirt descended to drape itself around the root of my prong leaving him straining still. “Pinkerton, what meal is this, a late break-fast or an early lunch?” some wag asked,
“I call it Brunch,” I said, “And later I shall take High Teadinner.”
“Don’t be an idiot!” Bobby Fawkes chided, “Brunch, what a ridiculous notion, but why Pinkers?” he asked. “And you will lie and say I am beautiful,” she asked. “Daddy Lord Pinkerton has shown entire disrespect for myself and our family,” Molly cried. “With half your prong inside her I think not!” Lady Garth insisted. “I fear I shall never walk properly again,” she observed, “You have ruined me utterly,” she protested, “No man shall want me now.”
“And you have shown even a slender woman might take my length and girth and bring me to the heights of ecstasy,” I explained, “Will you be my whore?”
“Yes!” she agreed, as finally she climbed free of me, “When I marry the duke I shall visit you regularly.”
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