“No, I’ll defer,” I said. “Very easily given a willing wench,” I replied barely bothering to acknowledge her presence, “And what brings you here, employment perhaps?”
“You evil low life verminous snake,” Sophia railed. “Sophia?” I queried. My cold lonely bed. I shook my head, “Let the Blackamore,” I suggested. “We have a winner!” Bogue cried. “My dear Sebastian, it is an honour devolved with rank,” I replied. Sophia sought to demur but with a massive breast and teat thrusting at her and the threat of choking she sought the teat with her lips and sucked as if she were a baby again. She turned to me showing two love bites on her neck“And you bit my neck, it is quite inflamed, Madame said I cannot serve until the mark heals.”
“Out I say,” I insisted and threw the bed clothes wide. “Not bad old bean,” Capthorpe opined, “Eight out of Ten perhaps.”
“How about if we double up?” Hogue suggested.
