I told him, showed him chit for it. “Yes we will pay the asking price,” the slimy bastard said rooking me, “The cheque please Miss Rathbone.” and they give me it and it were done. I nipped round bank and paid it in quick. Daft bastard on counter near fainted at size of cheque but I drew out a fair few quid and asian went about me business. Fifteen bloody days voyage took, bloody steamship broke down on the way but at last I had some brass in bank and could come home instead of scratting round down South America way meking a bob or two here an there. I went to see Harbour master what were a mate of mine, we had a chat for a few minutes then I asked “Where’s slave market, I fancies a nice plump fresh brown one.” “By heck you been away a bloody while,” he said, “Thee casn’t have slaves in England any more.” “You what?” I demanded. “Nay,” He said, “They banned slave’ry back in thirty three and anyroad nobs got fed up wi novelty an let most of ‘em go free.” “Bloody heck,” I said, “Where the bloody hell do I find a nice plump virgin for tonight?” “Tonight, Thee’ll be bloody lucky to find one in Salford at all, thee’ll have to marry a nob lad!” he laughed. I had a think. Go without, risk whore house or marry a nob. Marrying a nob seemed best idea. I had a think and thought nobs hung out at Queens Hotel so that’s where I went, they had Dinner Menu outside. and it were just after noon so I thought I would have a bite to japanese eat. Now I ent thick or nowt but I couldn’t make head or tail o menu so I thought I woud ask waiter. Turns out they has dinner at tea time and noon time was Luncheon. Anyroad I had a feed. Manager come up to me and asked me business, “Looking for a nob to marry,” I said, “Posh bint like, got to be pure mind.” He got wrong end of stick and suggested a couple of whore houses. “Nay I want a woman for keeps see, If I pay porn out a fair bit and keeps her bloody chained up I have a nasset see, not keep forking out for tarts till I gets bloody clap and me cock rots off.” “You can’t keep slaves anymore, but there’s a chap round Inkerman Street does a smashing range of chastity belts,” he suggested, “Actually, tween thee and fetish me, that Lord wi his back to us over there’s got more daughters than you can shake a stick at, why not make him an offer?” I looked, some poncy old codger talking to his mates over a sliver of fish and drop o wine that woudn’t sustain a bloody church mouse. “That’s handy,” I said giving him a big tip and I sauntered across. “I hear you got a couple of daughters to offload like?” I says straight out. “And who the hell are you sir?” he snapped as he stood to face me, “Have you no decorum.” “What’s bloody decorum,” I says, “I ent no house painter I’m bloody Captain bloody Beckinthwaite from bloody Yorkshire and I speaks me bloody mind.” His poncy nob mates was pissing they selves laughing at me, “Look if its bloody brass you want I’ll pay top dollar, long as she’s virgin, two legs, two arms, couple of bloody tits, her own teeth, hearing and seeing would be a bonus but long as she can perform in bloody bed I ent that bloody fussed.” “I say George,” one of his mates, a simpering prat dressed like a right ponce says, “You might well marry off your Emily if you play your cards right.” “I ent playing no bloody cards,” I said, “Hard cash, I knows too girl many bloody card sharps.” Enjoying the feeling of her tight little ass in his large hand. The wine seemed to be breaking down her reserve slightly. Someday I'm going to have to write a book: Zen and the Art of Elimination. He awoke the next morning, and got dressed for the game. "We want to see you eat each others pussies." Her voice whispered in my mind, through the inferno, through the chaos, as clear as a songbird in the dew-soaked dawn after a hurricane. It is July 24, 2014. Wait. He had, admittedly, approached her mainly for looks — she asian boasted japanese a voluptuous figure, a curvy hourglass waist, a generous chest, slender legs, long curly blonde hair. Will my husband think I am a slut?” 'It's impossible, but keep dreaming' he said. He was sticky with Mom's juices. He kept calling us his black beauties. “Great job tonight everyone. He had to force himself fetish to slow down in those moments otherwise he would cum too early. They kept looking porn at me and my pussy then getting on with their conversation. With a roar, they raced even faster, charging down the hallway past me. My head tracked them as they barreled right towards... So when Joseph gave her a compliment it was hard to accept, let alone believe and it made her blush, drop her head and eyes and question if he meant it. I’m getting wet for a girl fuckin’ girl, this can’t be happening. I had expected Jim and I would spend some time at his house but here we were. I am an investigative reporter for a mid-sized newspaper in the state of California.