Last month I posted a picture of the master of the house molesting the upstairs maid, his eager hand down the front of her panties, while he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. What happened next, you may have wondered. Well, I'm sure you remember the rigmarole we used to sing around the camp-fire - a song which really ought to have been too saucy for us boy-scouts:Oh Sir Jasper, do not touch me!
Oh Sir Jasper, do not touch!
Oh Sir Jasper, do not!
Oh Sir Jasper, do!
Oh Sir Jasper!
Oh Sir!
Oh!
And that's how easy it was to seduce the innocent Emma. She yielded her virtue to the smooth-talking, lecherous cad, who took her from behind and emptied his balls into her tender young pussy. Will these girls never learn?
