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Three Cruxton Abbey female service staff, declared by Lady Wragg to be “no longer suitable” are prepared for shipment to the Middle East.

Lord Wragg is sorry to see them go, but can console himself with the thought of the tidy sum they’ll bring to the Manor’s depleted coffers when auctioned off in some far off bazaar to the highest Arab bidder.

In this photo, staged to advertise in advance the intended merchandise for prospective buyers, Chambermaid Barbara Moore displays her usual maddeningly “wrong-headed” proclivity to mess up the most simple instructions, by rolling over to “face right” when instructed to “face left”.

Lord Wragg lowers his camera, slaps his forehead in frustration, and screams “No! No Moore! Can’t you get anything right?”

“Mmmmphhh,” she replies.
 
Three Cruxton Abbey female service staff, declared by Lady Wragg to be “no longer suitable” are prepared for shipment to the Middle East.

Lord Wragg is sorry to see them go, but can console himself with the thought of the tidy sum they’ll bring to the Manor’s depleted coffers when auctioned off in some far off bazaar to the highest Arab bidder.

In this photo, staged to advertise in advance the intended merchandise for prospective buyers, Chambermaid Barbara Moore displays her usual maddeningly “wrong-headed” proclivity to mess up the most simple instructions, by rolling over to “face right” when instructed to “face left”.

Lord Wragg lowers his camera, slaps his forehead in frustration, and screams “No! No Moore! Can’t you get anything right?”

“Mmmmphhh,” she replies.
Lady Wragg was even more frustrated, if only they didn`t need to get top dollar for Moore, she`d whip the slut`s tight little until it bled.
 
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