“It’s sexual harassment!” she complained. “Now see here,” Elanore warned. XXX “Look, that Dolores, well she is a lazy, ugly, overweight, fat tart we a face like bulldog chewing a wasp if you get my drift, no offence like.” Eric replied. “He can put a beer bottle up thee cunt for all I care,” Eric sighed, “Does thee want a fuck or not.”
“No!” she replied. “I like a bint we principles, drop thee knickers and bend over desk,” he suggested, “‘ll do thee from the back else the ugly face ‘ll put me off.”
“For the last time |I didn’t come her to be sexually abused!” she railed. “Bastards,” she snapped. Dan’s efforts were moving the heavy desk across the floor risking a collision with a filing cabinet. “Now see here,”
