“On your back woman I have need of you,” I ordered. Sex vedio “Liar,” Mrs Harcourt rounded on me. I took her on the forenoon train from Dorchester, she attired as near as we could contrive as a respectable young woman, yet she knew from the outset that I was taking her to a London brothel, and yet she did not demur. “By all the saints you will rot in hell for this outrage!” he railed, breathessly, but his robe strained showing he wore little beneath as his appendage swelled, “Cover up woman for pities sake!”
“But reverend, Miss Harcourt is a trained whore,” I explained, “Trained among the seamen at the waterfront brothel at Weymouth.” I continued, “For a small consideration she shall deflate your snake, I suppose sodomy would be your preference?”
He said nothing, “Bend Miss Harcourt,” I ordered, “Quickly now!”
She did my bidding and with the stile as support she bent over it from the waist, and there with her brown sodomites paradise displayed among her pinkness and the village spread out before us with the sea twinkling in the far distance and her peering at us as her hair cascaded down there was laid before us the picture of perfection, more lithe and succulent that even the choicest choir boy poor Peasbody had no choice.
