The bloke lived a mile 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 passionate an ugly bitch,” I says, “Hope you ent his bloody daughter, thee’d have to pay me to poke thee.” sensual “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. “Feisty piece ent she?” “Captain Beckinthwaite wishes to court one of our daughters dearest,” the bloke says, I sort of guessed he was Lord McGonnegal, Lord Mc for short. “Over my dead body,” Lady Mc retorted. I drew me dagger. “Come now we are all friends here,” Lord Mc pleaded as his erotic face went a deathly white, “Captain Beckinthwaite has just returned from a very profitabe adventure in the Americas.” “Bloody nightmare,” I said, “Storms, Tempest, bloody feed water pump bloody spindle bloody gland bloody blew and I haven’t had a bloody shag in weeks.” “Capain please,” Lady Mc insisted. “I had a bloody gut full on’t it, bloody Shipping lark.” I said, “Brass is in bloody mining massage that’s what I reckon, high bloody time to bloody settle down.” “And you seek to court my daughters?” Lady Mc asked. “Bloody shag em more bloody like,” I said, “Don’t mind unique bloody paying,” I says, “Just as long as I gets her to me self, don’t want no filthy bloody butlers poking on her like thee and he does soon as bloody lordships' back's turned.” Butler blushed near as red as her Ladyship did, I reckoned I had hit bloody nail on’t bloody head, I also reckoned Lord Mc were in on’t as well. Lady Mc knew when to keep stum so she showed us into parlour. “Girls,” she says, “Come and meet Captain er, what is your name?” “Beckinthwaite,” I says, “From Yorkshire.” The first girl were knockout, blonde hair on her shoulders, blue eyes, square rigged dress showcasing her tits, out of my league, probably been rogered by half the servants, anyroad her scowled at me. “This is Philomena my second eldest,” Lady Mc explained. “So who is Mr Beckinthwaite?” the girl asked. “Bloody rich and in need of a bloody shag,” I said, “I’m Yorkshire bloody born and bred and I speaks me bloody mind and you’re a knockout and no mistake.” “I speak my mind too sir and you sir are entirely repulsive,” she explained. Another vision of lovliness followed into the room, “Victoria,” Lady Mc explained, “And my eldest Francis.” Bloody hell, her were no oil painting, well if her was it were by a bloody kid wi a bloody hangover. Wi her short hair and scowling face if it hadn't been for her tits you'd have thought she were a bloody bloke “Reet Francis, hedging your bloody bets were you?” I asked. “How so?” Lady Mc asked. “Couldn’t tell if it were a bloody bloke or a bloody girl eh, I seen prettier bloody cabin boys, baboons even,” I laughed. “Good then we are in accord Captain,” Francis snapped, “You are equally revolting, is that an Albatross nest in your beard?” Cum? As usual, Fred has the door open for all of us to get into the back of the limo. Night Eyes grabbed two fistfuls of platinum hair, and pulled until Sara’s scream was high and hoarse, and her legs were trembling with masochistic euphoria. His hands captured her taut mounds, fingers flicking her nipples, causing her to moan/growl deep in her throat. She squirmed and tried to show the pain she was receiving, but she spread her legs. Then Crystal pulls off her own blouse. Bridget shimmered in her mechanical legs and Brock took her place. As I was about to say something she said, “Ok bye”. Dozens of men during the past year had shown her, trained her, what she would be for the rest of her life. “Has this happened before?” I asked. “Yes baby take this dick. She Kyle just smiled. It wasn’t until she caught her breath that she felt my hot semen inside her. Her hands full of bangles grasped the pillow tightly , so as to steady herself from my blows. I grunted, biting massage down hard on my lip as my cock erupted, sending thick ropes of white semen everywhere. I could barely fit 5 inches in my mouth but I wanted more. This girl was impacted, so I pulled a garden hose in and stuck it in her rectum and started to flush her out. She put my tail in and put my collar on but left the mittens off so I could work, when she was ready to leave she came over to me, and lifted her skirt and she had no panties on, she said that David told erotic her she was not to wear panties ever so he could have access at all times, and when they went for a drink she could flash others. He wanted to see where she was. Find vulnerable girls for you that passionate you can exploit?” “Oh God!” “Rithi has enjoyed many lovers and created many wondrous children,” the Aoi Si answered. When I got back to the boat daddy and Ben were still sensual trying to catch fish and still talking about goodness knows what. I dared unique a quick glance above, seeing that Beelma had opened the entire floor of his throne room, rather than watch on a viewscreen. Love that cock in her mouth.”