“Ten as soon as I stick my cock up you and what ever extra you can make in the morning,” I explained. She kissed my cheek as she bounded up and down, “Cream me big boy, is that what whores say?”
“No, but it’s bloody worked,” I said as I shot my load inside her. “Oh good lord, must I?” Petunia protested but she knelt down and started to tentatively lick the spilled cum on Julia’s thigh. as the duo barged in. “Oh don’t be so churlish,” Julia sighed, “I’m going to and if you won’t don’t expect me to pay your bills.”
“Your choice,” I added. Bertie, Lord Bartram had been one of my stockbroking clients and one morning in early 1930 his daughters Julia and Petunia, whom I had met briefly during my dealings with Bertie managed to track me down me at my new workplace the office attached to the club premises above 23 to 28 Bond Sreet,
“Hello, this is an unexpected pleasure,” I ventured.
