#26908 - “No, Bloody bollocks is that, bloody affection, I just wants a bloody shag, you won't do better than that I shan’t bloody offer again. ” “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 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. “I weren’t born bloody yesterday,” I explained as I undid me big pirates belt and let me trews fall, “Lets call it our little bloody secret shall us? “Look Captain,” she protested but me fingers were no bloody strangers to a wench’s cunt and wi me thumb on her little nub her tits were getting nice and pointy.