“The chair’s moving, we’ll break it!” I warned. I entered gently and helped guide her down until I was completely sheathed. Up until 1928 I had a successful stock broking business but things were not going well, well, they were going too well and share prices soared beyond all reason. “Good,” exclaimed, “We had better find you something pretty to wear so you don’t get your street clothes dirty.”
I showed them the way upstairs to the store room “Get your knickers off Petunia,” Julia ordered, “Have a little wank and sit on his cock, it can’t be that awful can it?”
“Not so fast, not here, upstairs in the club,” I explained, “You can meet the clients, they are all quite nice, ex forces mainly, one or two have a few bits missing.”
“Are you for real?” Julia asked, “What is this a brothel?”
“Not exactly, it provides attractive female company to discerning gentlemen,” I explained
“It’s a house of ill repute,” Petunia replied knowingly. “Ten as soon as I stick my cock up you and what ever extra you can make in the morning,” I explained. “Surely you’re not going to let him do it with you?” Petunia demanded
“Fifty pounds will pay our hotel bill for a bit,” Julia admitted
“Well I won’t!” Petunia insisted.
