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“A bit sore, my Dildo is chafing,” she said disarmingly, “A girl has to do something to enliven these proceedings you know!”
She turned away and suddenly there was an almighty crumping noise, like a hay stack collapsing or similar. It was a strange feeling for her to hold a live member, he was so completely in her control that he made no attempt to escape. Alan accompanied Bunty, Bunty was good company, fat lazy but irrepressibly jovial, and Alan laughed at Bunty’s jokes which pleased Bunty greatly for, truth to tell, his jokes were not of the finest quality. “I can see that,” Jacobs snapped, “But right here with the whole hunt looking on,” “And you sir?” he queried looking at Alan, “I presume you have made my daughter an offer?”
“Oh no sir, you misunderstand,” Alan replied, “I was merely.”
“With your breeches down?” he asked, “And who the devil are you?”
“Alan Allenbridge,” Alan replied. “Worm, how dare you expose yourself to me,” she snapped cruelly.