I knew in an instant, “Melchett has pronged your sister!” I whispered. Thankfully with my back to our party and Miss Prices gaze averted I released my belt and breeches buttons and eased my shaft from its constriction to lie upwards. “Captain Darrowby please!” Mrs Price exclaimed at length. “At least allow me to hang my jacket neatly,” I requested, but she shook her head and worked diligently to release my member, and when he sprung free full of desire she caressed him gently and I drifted in my mind to heaven. “Captain,” Miss Amelia challenged me, “You are the worlds greatest living authority on Turkish whores, pray tell how exactly Farty Farthinger spent three hours pleasuring a Turkish whore.”
“Three hours and twenty two minutes,” I explained, “Well first of all the whore milked him by hand, and then as soon as he was recovered she milked him by mouth, and then, when he recovered a third time she had him prong her as soon as he grew stiffened.”
“Milked him by mouth?” she asked.
