“The one who stinks like a Donkey.”
“Oh well,” Sinders mused, “It could be worse,” though she couldn’t really work out how. “See he sleeps with whores!” Princess Meghan gasped. “Well I got you to spunk in me so I guess we’re done?” Sinders suggested. “Who asked you?” Mimi asked tetchily. “She is in the dungeon, she overcharged me.” Armin explained, “And you made me cum inside you so perhaps you would like to renew your friendship?”
“Maybe not,” Sinders decided, “I better get on, loads of other punters waiting.”
“In that case next time cut your thumb nails,” he insisted, “I think I am bleeding.”
“Stuff next time, you can fuck Colleen,” Sinders insisted. “We tried that and they preferred….” Meghan reminded him. Sinders
Sinders was looking at herself in the mirror. “Ah Sinders you look so beautiful!” the short fat bald deaf one who stank like a Donkey simpered. “Who asked you?” Mimi asked tetchily. Who said fairy tales don’t have to have happy endings. “Yes I can, I’m the fucking king!” King Harald snapped, “Get you kit off wench, people will pay good money to see this, and you Holbine, get painting!”
And so it was done, Armin standing with his cock drooping as Sinders tried desperately to suck it into life as the revellers looked and the court painter painted away.
