We rattled over a junction, “So what is it to be?” I asked, “Shall we resolve the matter here and now Lydia, We have time and a half to copulate before arrival at London.”
“If you sign the debt is paid I shall submit to your lusts,” Lydia offered. Indian XXX “Why yes, of course,” I agreed. “Well, I sort of am,” she said, “ But then again I am not, I have urges so I use a candle.”
“Lydia for gods sake,” her father said angrily. “Though he did say “My most beautiful daughter” so I assumed he meant Emma, of course it may well be that you his most beautiful daughter Lydia, are you his most beautiful daughter Lydia? Good God, I mused, she fancies me. “Why?” I asked. “Why?” I asked. shall I take your honour instead?”
The poor girl blushed, I am no oil painting, but face aside I venture I am not below par, Thirty years having elapsed but I keep myself in trim, and ladies seldom have cause for complaint. “Well so do I, so can we please go to your house,” she pleaded. I signed with a flourish.
