“The Arabs tie theirs up and hold their legs apart with tent poles and ropes if they will not submit,” I explained, “But their ways are bizarre, they divorce and remarry, and have droves of wives and all such perversions.”
“Would you cork my Monica sir?” she asked. xnx “Done a runner has he?” I asked crudely. “Not brutally, tenderly,” I explained, “Have one girl rouse the second and when she is in her throes swiftly substitute a gentleman, a rampant one and cork her firmly and seed her.”
“Exactly sir,” she said. “We?” I asked. “Tell him what,” the mother queried, “Why all that would result in is this gentleman being ordered to make you an offer of marriage.”
“Oh my lord,” she protested.




















