“Mama,” the girl questioned. xxx “Bloody has to be to survive in Gateshead,” I agreed, “Anyroad round, Why are you here?”
“We thought the gardens,” she repeated lamely. “Ooooooh” she sighed. “Ah shut your rattle woman,” I said, “You know you want me lips wrapped round your nips sucking away till your juices flows and I rams me meat deep up your cunt!”
I grasped the front of her gown and forced it apart allowing her magnificent tits to spill out. “Oi Cartsairs, get your lazy fat arse in here pronto,”
“You hollered sir?” he replied. Miss Rochester bushed again. He tried again, and again. “Mr Stephenson my daughter’s innocence is not something to be impugned.” Lady Rochester insisted. “Stick a couple of fingers up and ease her a bit,” I suggested. “Worse than fitting piston rings
