She whimpered, then heard himsay: “Now, baby, it’s time for fucking … my kind of fucking, andfrom what I can judge, not necessarily ...ours. But it will be whenI get finished, and maybe your fink-copper will like that …” He was saying more, but the blonde girl in her obsceneposition hardly heard, only knew that he had raised up and wasmoving close to her from behind. She felt the fiery heat of histurgid cock-head insinuated into the widespread crevice between. "With that, she turned and was on to other preparations. I knew what Ineeded to do so I tied on my apron and went to work. Soon the house wasfilled with guests and what a crowd it was. The men were splendid intheir tuxedos and the women were all dressed to the nines. I smiled tomyself thinking that I could be wearing bright red lipstick and havematching nails and no one would notice me! As it was, I was happilyflitting from room to room, cleaning and serving as needed. It wasn'toften. I think it’s time we introduced Woody to your honey pot.” “You’ll have to catch me first, you dirty old codger,” giggled Sandra, before shrieking then making a dash for the kitchen table. Her plump tits, streaked with angry red marks where the old man’s busy hands had mauled them, bounced and jiggled with her every movement. “Get back ‘ere,” Dick barked angrily as he shuffled after her around the table, the soles of his carpet slippers making squeaking noises with each step on the hardwood. The civil authorities generally ignored Eugenie and her companions. They were no more protected from violence or theft than they were persecuted for vagrancy. The English government's main concern was to address the anxieties of the ever-diminishing number of people still eligible to vote: a privilege wholly dependent on property-ownership. As long as Eugenie didn't trespass into streets and districts that had restricted access she was as invisible to the authorities in the Outer Suburbs as.