Taking Lucinda’s Lover
Set in a Country Mansion in the 19th Century. “So you do remember, well your mother sees her as an admirable match for you.” he said jovially. Sex vedio “Fat as a pig and generally less pleasant,” I agreed. “You planned this?” Mr Pattison interjected, “By heaven sir I’ll have you black balled from every club in Barnsley for this!” and he grabbed father by the throat. “I say,” a gruff voice enquired, “Who has been fucking whom?”
“Tis I father, fucking Lucinda’s whore.” I announced. “How should I know, I have nothing with which to compare hims save a broom handle,” she answered. “If chaps had to ask a bye your leave every time he fancied a poke the whole of humanity would die out in a rash of virginity,” I opined. “He forced me mama!” she exclaimed. “I must say Lucinda your whore provdes a most acceptable fuck.” I thought praise was appropriate at this juncture having dodged a few shillings whore’s fees as I thought. “Oh stop your protests woman, clearly you are just a common whore now brace yourself,” I advised as I loosed and dropped my breeches. Relief was infrequent at Cambridge, every spare penny I had I invested and only some of it did I invest on playing poker, leaving none what so ever for liquor or whoring. “But how does he fuck my darling?” Lucinda enquired.
