Timid Model Anya Experiences Double Penetration From Two Well-endowed Black Men

“No I damned well wont, Emm, where the hell are you?” I shouted, “Emily!”
“Please keep your voice down,” he requested but I was in no mood to listen, “Emm!”
The Earl himself levered himself fromhis couch and came to greet me,“She’s upstairs, Buntingthorpe, “he explained, “Bad business old chap, don’t know what’s got into her,” , “Go on up, Third door on the right, perhaps you can talk some sense into her.”
He was a kindly chap, god knows how old he was, Emm was a bit of a post*********** as her mother was well over 40 when she appeared and he must have been nearly 60 even then. Who said there are no happy endings. “Oh Emm,” I sighed. I eagerly slit open the envelope with my silver letter opener and began to read, “Dear Bunty,” she always called me Bunty, Lord Buntingthorpe being a bit of a mouthful, “I am frightfully sorry to say that I have resolved not (underlined) to marry Tom at St Agnes