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"Yes. Very much so, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. Today is a day I shall never spanking forget." The small clock on the mantlepiece began to chime as she got to her feet and walked over to him. "The first of many I hope, Mr. Johnson," she whispered as she kissed him tits on the cheek. couple "The time is late and the day has been an eventful one. With your grace, I shall retire to bed and think upon things till I drop off. Be so good as to secure the locks and turn out the lamps." He nodded. "Of course." Mrs. Hoopenlicker stopped at the door and turned back. "Though it may not appear as such after our little tryst, Albert," she began. It was the first time she had called him by his first name which somehow made the moment more intimate. "Please be assured that I am normally not a woman of such loose morals. It is just that sometimes I like to pretend I am," she told him. "This day is done and tomorrow will bring what God or the devil decides. With that, I bid you a good night, Sir." Her lodger watched her take her leave wondering what lay in store for him in the days ahead. "The Copper Kettle" tea rooms just off Whitechapel were the hub around which the tide of local gossip and news ebbed and flowed. It was mid-morning as the brass bell rang and another customer entered the establishment to meet up amateur with her two friends who were sat in a far corner enjoying another day of doing nothing much at all. "Ladies," said a familiar voice. "How are we this fine Summers day?" Constance Mulligan and Edith Dowinger looked up to see their long-standing companion, Martha Hoopenlicker, hanging up her coat and coming over to join them. Mrs. Dowinger smiled at her friend and raised an amused brow. "My, my," she noted with a glance to the lady on her right. "The way you're preening yourself, dear Martha, you look like the cat who got the cream. Has something happened?" The younger woman sat down and composed herself as the maid delivered a hot pot of tea and a plate full of buttered scones. Pouring a cup, she smiled over the rim at her two friends watching her. She did so very much enjoy playing their little game of secrets and the adventures they dreamed up to while away the long hours of boredom. She sat forward. "Ladies," she whispered conspiratorially. "By chance and circumstance, I may have come upon a rather well-endowed solution blonde to our much-discussed little problem." End. Next: Bawdy Tales of Old London Town 2 "The Fallen Women of Gropecunt Lane." Working on: Bawdy Tales of Old London Town 3 "The Leathering of Miss. Darcy." Bawdy Tales of Old London Town 4 "The Swell’s Night Guide Through The Metropolis." I had to hold Lucy’s hand the first time spanking she got into my car. "Hey," she said fondly. Angie now moved next to me amateur and cuddled couple next to me. Cathy did the same with Tom. “I like it when you degrade me,” she smiled slyly, “I don’t know why, but it turns me on.” Just then Ryan appeared so I introduced Mia to him. No blonde one was in sight this early. Abby smiles at me. Jim: I would like tits that too honey, but you know we cannot do that in public, it would be too risky. Spending a winter with you in my bed sounds very tempting, but what if the sword think it is a too long break from the search and pulls back its granted strength? And come she did. After being met with silence in response, he continued.