“Crikey, that’s not water,” I said, and I rubbed my finger against the low ceiling and tasted it, “That’s, yuck, where does the plumbing go.”
“Can you seal it?” she asked. Xxx vedio “The lounge floor,” a woman with a plummy accent insisted, “It’s staining the ceiling downstairs it really is not good enough!”
“And where is this?” I asked, she told me, it didn’t register. “I don’t know,” I said, “It will be a lot of work.”
“And a lot of fun,” she added, “And Pippa hasn’t had any cock for ages have you sweetie?”
“No Mistress,” Pippa agreed. “I, I never gave it a thought,” I admitted. “They used to keep chamber pots under the bed when my grand dad was a boy,” I agreed. “I think you understand exactly what I am offering.”
I stared, you know, a stuck up, upper middle class bitch, who wouldn’t want to piss in her face? “Well close the door, and put your eyeballs back in, they’re on stalks!” the ‘Mistress.’ insisted, “You simply can’t get the staff.”
“But!” I said stupidly. “You said seal, come upstairs again Mr Allington,” she said, “Let me demonstrate.”
She went back to the lounge, “Pippa!” she said, “Show our guest the problem.”
“Mistress?” she queried, “But he’s a man Mistress?”
“Very nearly Pippa,” she said, “But show him how you show contrition.”
“I can’t madam.” she said firmly. “Your lips are silent yet your cock speaks volumes,” she said
