I kicked the door shut and bolted it. Stunned she were. Amateur porn I gave her a minute. “Nooo,” she said but I were not about to be denied. 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. “Nay,” He said, “They banned slave’ry back in thirty three and anyroad nobs got fed up wi novelty an let most of ‘em go free.”
“Bloody heck,” I said, “Where the bloody hell do I find a nice plump virgin for tonight?”
“Tonight, Thee’ll be bloody lucky to find one in Salford at all, thee’ll have to marry a nob lad!” he laughed. Poor Francis had her dress off and looked like she been whacked across face with a dead Haddock. Poor Francis had her dress off and looked like she been whacked across face with a dead Haddock. “And who the hell are you sir?” he snapped as he stood to face me, “Have you no decorum.”
“What’s bloody decorum,” I says, “I ent no house painter I’m bloody Captain bloody Beckinthwaite from bloody Yorkshire and I speaks me bloody mind.”
His poncy nob mates was pissing they selves laughing at me, “Look if its bloody brass you want I’ll pay top
