The maid glumly considered her plight;
Tipsy, naked, well almost, not quite.
From the bulge in his pants,
There now seemed little chance
That her virtue would see out the night.
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The maid glumly considered her plight;
Tipsy, naked, well almost, not quite.
From the bulge in his pants,
There now seemed little chance
That her virtue would see out the night.