“My Vagina,” she snapped. “He put superglue on the chair!” she explained. Human Recourses
“Ee lass come in and sit down tell thee Uncle Eric all about it,” Eric Ollerenshaw mithered to some stuck up bitch from t’office on third floor. “Her mug’s nowt a few grands worth of plastic surgery wouldn’t solve,” Eric advised. “It’s Dan, the lad who I work with, he put his hand up my skirt,” she announced. Read 11190 times |
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“No offence, that’s the most offensive thing I have ever heard,” Elanore protested. “No I do bloody not,” She replied, “Oh lord you’ve got me talking Yorkshire now.”
“How’s that?” Dan asked as his cock eased right in. “Who said owt about humiliation? “He touched my leg,” she insisted. “My Vagina,” she snapped. “Makes fingering easier,” Eric advised. “What have I done? “So what thee complaining about,” he asked. “You filthy pig!” she snapped as soon as she finished enjoying the experience. “But he touched my leg!” Elanore protested, “Up my skirt, it’s sexual harassment contrary to the.”
“It’s bollocks is that, bints is always up for a bit of how’s thee father,” Eric explained, “It’ll be me doin’ thee a favour when I does thee not t’other way round.”
“Will you take my complaint
