The Fucking machine sizzled gently,
“Here we are, this is all ready to use, two thousand guineas, for cash, fully adjustable with a selection of penetrators, this penetrator is the Newcastle standard, and there are smaller London versions modelled on the weedy little runts you gets down there,”
“I thay Stevenson, bit ambitious eh what?” exclaimed Lord Maplethorpe. xxx the Dowager demanded. Hubbertson, her sons Valet, dropped the tea tray as he saw her. the connecting rod whirled around between the shining flywheel and the piston between the girls legs pounding her with a steady rhythm. “Thee can have hot bath if thee wants.”
She looked at the gleaming white bath nearly six feet long and turned the taps, steam rose and she found it much too hot then she added cold.
