“And I have learned to fornicate freely with all comers,” she declared, “Why I barely notice your appendage within me,” she lied. Sex vedio “I have no Harpsichord, or Spinnet. “She is too good for the provinces my lord,” Madame suggested, “She could serve the highest ranks my lord, Dukes, Princes and indeed Kings.”
“And you have had an offer?” I surmised. “No!” I said, “It is yours.”
“So you force me to submit and fill me with you filth as you try to wrest it from me?” she asked, “Well think again Mr Imbecile for I should marry all and any before you.”
“Hold hard, I did not offer matrimony,” I insisted, “In all honesty I cannot, my fortunes do not permit.”
“So sir your intentions are?” she enquired. “I have indeed married an imbecile,” she averred and the forgetting to sing flat she launched into another aria. “Indeed?” Madame enquired, “Why, her playing would scare away every rat or mouse in the maison.”
“The Harpsichord needs tuning,” Grace complained petulantly. Finally she started to play, the sound was like that of a thousand spring-bed springs jangling in a box and her voice that of a thousand cats braying at the moon.
