“Oh dear god,” I cursed, “When was this I own I don’t remember a thing.”
“Carruthers just said he did it!” the Nun insisted. “Carruthers, the Napoleon Brandy,” I ordered, “She is still sober, till well known wenches will only fornicate when well oiled.”
“They fornicate willingly enough when they wish to, whether sober or inebriated, My Lord,” Carruthers interjected. Amateur porn “Oh that one,” I agreed. She was quite comely. “What?” I demanded uncomprehending. “Are you really a Nun?”
“Oh, that’s the spot, press harder,” the Nun replied, “Oh sorry, yes I am a Nun and someone claiming to be your son ravished me at the Convent.”
“Carruthers, I told you to desist.” Mother insisted. “Ravished you, why we have not even been formally introduced!” I insisted, “I never forget a face.”
“When you came to collect on your endowment,” she said, “At the Convent.”
“What is she blethering on about?” I demanded. “And have you come to offer yourself on that basis?” I enquired. “Ravished you, why we have not even been formally introduced!” I insisted, “I never forget a face.”
“When you came to collect on your endowment,” she said, “At the Convent.”
“What is she blethering on about?” I demanded.
