“Oi Cartsairs, get your lazy fat arse in here pronto,” “You hollered sir?” he replied. “Give our Bob a hand to spread wench’s legs so we...can see if she’s pure,” I commanded.“Indeed sir,” he replied and the daft bugger grabbed Lady Rochester and started to push her to the ground.“Not the old trout the kid,” I shouted, “Bugger me what do you use for brains?”“How dare you!” Lady Rochester snarled, her breasts heaving and her face red with anger.Next thing Carstairs had Miss Rochester lofted and. He got on to his knees on her bed and pulled her up to hers and gently kissed her mouth. She felt his hands on her back, lightly caressing. Suddenly Wayne pulled away. Christa sat on her legs and looked down at her hands. Maybe he didn't like how I was kissing. She thought to herself."God Christa, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Wayne said breathing heavily. "Aww, honey don't cry. Baby you did nothing wrong." Neither did you Wayne." Christa said as a tear fell from her. .his words came from behind her and she smiled and said oh thank you Mark!! and she looked at me naughtily. After she was done she left and Mark and I enjoyed our tea and snacks. Mark said that he liked her dress very much and he wanted to marry a Bangladeshi girl who wears a hijab like Saima and said that he would love fucking girls in the ass. I said, well "if you wanna marry a Bangladeshi girl, you have to see which girl is willing to take it in the ass". He said he will surely find someone. Bikini panties, and another wife-beater tee shirt. In wearing that, as was usually the case, Danny wouldn't be thinking too much or aware of what was about to happen. Though simply wearing it, would have his undivided attention at the same time.Sure enough, we heard movement downstairs a few minutes later. "He's up," I grinned. "Just remember, give us about thirty minutes before you come walking back in here. That should be time enough to have told him about all this," I said once more.