“Yes Madam,” he agreed. Amateur porn “Do the blackout would you?” she asked. Betsy lived in the Village three miles away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and eleven brothers and sisters. “Ciggies Madam,” Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, “Though not your favoured ones I fear, there is a war on you know.”
“Don’t I bloody know!” she complained, “Bloody Chamberlain, why can’t he be nice to Mr Hitler then Freddie can come home.”
“I think there is more too it than that Madam,” Carson observed, “Has Mr Davies left Madam?”
“No, he’s getting dressed, I wore him out!” she laughed, “Poor lamb, oh and get rid of the Johnny would you,” she asked pointing to a used condom dumped on a saucer at the bedside. “Yes, or be dismissed for gross misconduct!” she laughed. “Take your Trousers off, chop chop,” May insisted. “Indeed Madam,” he agreed. “It’s all bloody right for you!” Betsy snapped, “Them lahdi dah officers with them tongues down your throat you don’t go short.”
May suddenly had an outrageous idea, “And neither shall you Betsy,” she said and she called, “Carson, and mind the light!”
“Madam?” Carson said as he slipped into the room.
