” The brandy was doing its job, as she had stopped shivering. “As you have said, you live miles away, its gonna cost a fortune in a taxi” I r...plied. “What choice do I have, I can't stay here, I don't even know you.” She had a point. Here was a gorgeous young lady dressed in inadequate clothing for the weather outside, so if she thought that I was going to allow her to wander the streets, I would have to let her know that I was trustworthy. “Ok, thats certainly true. How about if you. Even in these days I consider it safer to identify myself as: Anon 2004 * * * * * Brobdingnag Part the First As this is to be published as an addendum to the work ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ I assume that the reader is aware of the circumstances that led to me being abandoned on the coast of Brobdingnag, and how I came to court with my protector Glumdalclitch. In that work I briefly mention the froward behaviour of some of the Queen’s Maids of Honour. This section of the work gave occasion to some. His cock was hanging thick and long and it made my breath catch in my throat. He smiled and told me I was hot, which made me laugh but I thought maybe, just maybe, he meant it.We had breakfast and arranged to meet in the bar that evening for a drink. All day I kept thinking about Mike (his name). When I got back to the hotel there was a note for me. Mike had a bottle of scotch in his room and invited me to join him. I called him and said I'd be there as soon as I'd had a shower. I knocked on. From the "O, wow, that's hot. I should try that," Brook guessed she'd managed to surprise even the lady, perhaps even going further than she'd intended. The lady continued, "Some day you'll make a really hot bitch getting fucked from behind while you lap pee out of a bowl like that."As she lapped, Brook imagined how this might have gone had she been old enough to avoid the silliness of the bowl. She could hold her lord's cock as he peed, painting first her tits and neck, then her face, opening.