“Like a sack of spuds,” Reynolds the head gardener announced. “Like a sack of spuds,” Reynolds the head gardener announced. We sat down to dinner, ate our fill and then Aunt Delilah announced, “Good, there remains just one small matter to resolve, Consummation.”
“We have agreed such is unnecessary,” Lucinda announced, haven’t we Geoffrey.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “A half million is a great aphrodisiac,” she pointed out, “And you will be free to chase whores till your hearts content.”
“But Mother, she consorts with other women carnally!” I gasped. “So?” I sighed. “Harder, harder make me cum” she taunted
“You mock me at your peril,” I retorted as I slammed into her once more, “Take that!”
“Ohh!” she protested, “Harder, harder!”
I slammed into her, riding her like a two penny whore, using no compassion nor consideration what so ever. “Shall I withdraw?” I whispered. “Consummated and witnessed My Lady.”
“I’m no damned Lady,” Delilah snapped, “I’m a Miss and always shall be, but come we must witness the deed.”
“Can we wait till tomorrow?” Lucinda asked playing for time.
