His poncy nob mates was pissing they selves laughing at me, “Look if its bloody brass you want I’ll pay top dollar, long as she’s virgin, two legs, two arms, couple striptease of bloody tits, her own teeth, hearing and seeing would be a bonus Brunette but long as she can perform in bloody bed I ent that bloody fussed.” “I say George,” one of his mates, a simpering prat dressed like a right ponce says, “You might well marry off your Emily if you play your cards right.” “I ent playing no bloody cards,” I said, “Hard cash, I knows too many bloody card sharps.” “I have never been so insulted sir,” he says, but his mate grabbed his arm. “George, think, he’ll pay,” this chap said, “Instead of a demanding a dowry he’ll pay you, you know you need the wonga. “Ah,” he said, “I understand you now, why not come to my house directly and meet my daughters?” His poncy mate warned him not to seem too keen but as soon as I said I’d pay their tab he agreed. The bloke lived a mile blowjob or so from hotel, so we hailed a cab. His place needed a lick of paint and the Butler’s jacket had seen better days. “Shall I show the, er, Gentleman, to the servants quarters,” bloody sarky Butler smirked. “No he is a guest, Mr" the bloke explained “Captain Beckintwaite,” I said, “I’m from bloody Yorkshire and speaks me bloody mind. Know thee’s bloody place or thee’ll feel me bloody belt cross thee bloody ass.” “I beg your pardon,” he said all sarky like, “Sir.” Bloody woman turns up, “By heck you’re an ugly bitch,” I says, cumshot “Hope you ent his bloody daughter, thee’d have to pay me Hardcore to poke thee.” “This is my wife Captain,” bloke says,“Lady McGonnegal.” “No offence like,” I says as she belts me round the chops, we her dainty hand and half inch long finger nails. It's not right! "I know not who you are human, not that it much matters, you will be dead in moments." I was so transfixed watching that nasty slut give it away so shamelessly I didn't notice the hand that slid up my inner thigh from behind. Everyone watched her. Katie whispered. It didn’t take long before the men noticed what cumshot was on display. Hands grabbed me, fingernails biting into my hip. She is the middle of a spit-roast. We head upstairs and silently blowjob hop in the shower together. I leaned back and pulled him on top of Hardcore me. He slid down and kissed my right breast. I look up teasingly before I slides his cock into my mouth. They were all erupting. “But it was just a chimaera, a fantasy to excite us”. “No!” I shouted, looking around. My pussy was on fire. Mindy’s hands reached for the woman’s hands to try and prevent her from loosening the knot. After entering, he went to the viewing room with a brown casket and opened the heavy lid revealing the upper half of Abigail's lovely corpse. They both caught my reflection in the mirror and one of them said, Brunette “Maybe it’s about time you did then, darling!” And they both disappeared back out to the bar, holding hands and giggling. “Your love life. “They have to hold at the border,” my father said, his voice colder than the heart of winter, more frigid than a howling blizzard. "Your wife's a masochist." She rarely ever came over and we became distant. Now Emma takes Sophie's old position, right striptease in front of me, with her tight bum in the air.