“Done, a pleasure Mr Cornard!” Mrs Hubbard agreed. XXX Mrs Hubbard was a statuesque woman of some fifty years, once a courtesan now a brothel keeper she stood in the doorway of ‘The George’ attired in the latest fashions of the previous season as Amelia approached. whoring yourself with the staff,” Rufus continued. “Oh brother, yes, yes, love me brother, oh my this is heaven!” she gasped to Hugo’s utter astonishment, no whore he knew welcomed being used thus leaving their parts bruised and battered, and soon he came to realise he too was floating heavenwards on a sea of passion. “I am not beautiful,” Amelia laughed, “What a notion.”
And as she said it she stroked his member to full attention and lay back to guide it within her womb. “Why did you kiss me?” Rufus asked suddenly.
