She raised her robe and George stared in amazement at the array of gold rings through her labia and her clit from many of which precious stones dangled. “Six fifty then,” the slime-ball offered. Indianporn “Yes lass, what yer called,”
“Bloody Kid usually.”
“I’ll call you Nicola on account you got no knickers, Knickerless get it?”
She shot him a glance that could have killed at twenty paces. “Lor blimy sir I’m as white as her ladyship,” Nicola observed in amazement. “I want job as tester” she explained,
“Ten Shillings.” said Ada grumpily. “You wanted summat?” she queried. “Seven” said the slime-ball. “I’ll just leave them off” giggled Fanny. Later after the last Nun had received her penance from the machine and they sat in Georges Lounge eating Chicken, prepared to the Army secret recipe which Arthur Cleghorn’s friend Col Saunders of the Gateshead Militia had lent them, and drinking Newcastle Brown ale, except Sister Capricious who would not touch the devil’s own brew preferring bottled water, distilled in Scotland, the
