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We had a bloody bad trip back from America on Steamship and when we got back to Liverpool I made sure me brass were safe and went to see bloody Agent first thing. I went in his office.It stunk like a Tarts boudoir with furnishings to match. Agent were a Slimy bastard with slicked down hair and poncy suit. He sat behind this over polished bloody oakwood bloody desk about the size of a bloody cricket wicket the useless bastard. “Good day Captain, I am delighted to meet you at last,” he simpered wi’out standing up. “No thee bloody ent,” I said, “Thee jus wants me brass,” I answered him, “I’m from bloody Yorksire and I speaks me bloody mind,” I explained to the ignorant Lancashire twat. “Er, yes, the brass,” he said awkwardly. “Ton and a half of it,” I indian said, “Dubloons, pieces of eight, that sort of brass.” “We thought you meant Brass,” his assistant chipped in. She was like a short haired gorilla in a black dress with a gob like a bulldog chewing a wasp. “Brass, Money,” I said, “Bloody simple enough even for you bloody ignorant Lanky buggers ent it?” “Brass is an alloy of Copper and Tin,” she ventured. “Clever bitch eh, need to be with a gob like yours,” I advised, "Ent going to get far wi your bloody looks and that's a bloody fact.. “How much were you asking?” the slimy one asked. I told him, showed him chit for it. “Yes we will pay the asking price,” the slimy bastard said rooking me, “The softcore 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 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 eat. Now I ent thick or nowt but I couldn’t make head or tail o menu so I thought I woud ask waiter. 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The shiver-producing words in the contract she signed were in entire section under a deive heading, NAKED LEGAL: she was to remain naked, except for stockings, heels, and jewelry while in the offices; she was to be available for the sexual pleasure of all members of the team at any time and in any way; she was to be sexually available to any member of the team outside of work with the approval of Mr. Franklin, the highly regarded attorney and owner of the small firm; she was to be sexually submissive to the team and primarily to Mr. Franklin who would represent ultimate control; all males would be referred to as ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. last name’; all females would be referred to as softcore ‘ma’am’ or ‘Mrs. or Miss last name’; and, as reinforcement, she agreed to respond at any time, anyhow, anywhere, and with anyone, as directed. Becca answered it. One unfastened her bra while the other one kissed her all the way down her bare legs. No other cock has been in my pussy for well over thirty years. The darkness gives me the creeps." Adam smiled happily for his sister. "Hmm. Pam noticed this and asked, “Carrie, would you mind if we raped your boyfriend”? I shuddered as my mother pinched my nipple one last time. "How do you think I'm doing? “Yeah.” “What about Melody?” I whimpered. Erika began to hug me so hard that it started to hurt me. After hearing that I felt relieved knowing that she can count with me. What am I supposed to do now...? The amount of suction he created was incredible. “Yeah, I do. and, you felt big too, but were so gentle and that didn't hurt at all . . . After a while of them joking about my slave status and my nudity, Tony told them that I’d had some surgery when we were in London.