“Oh well it is rather exciting but be careful the chair sometimes tips,” she warned. “Did you like what you saw?” she asked. “She has her maid push her round in a bath chair Father, she is a damn cripple,” I snapped. “Yes, please.” she replied, “Dawkins, see to the old hag would you, she needs a good fisting.”
Mother looked absolutely furious. “ Though not excessively so, but your womb is absolutely first class.”
“Oh Geoffrey you say the sweetest things!” she exclaimed, “So use me, I am not an alabaster bust but a passionate woman!”
“Very well,” I agreed and as I started to thrust harder to ride her to her moment her damned maid arrived. “Pah, she just needs rigorous exercise to get her blood pumping,” I declared, but the maid insisted on pushing her along at such a speed that tortoises were over taking us. “Your cream is all mine now Geoffrey,” Miss Rochester insisted, “But perhaps I shall lend you to my maid occasionally to keep her content, but for now let us conjoin joyously!”
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