Alison Goes to London: chapter 18 - Ass Porridge and Freezing Tits
The rescue operation begins…“Okay, m’ cunt, guys, are we all ready?” It was dawn, and outside the window a drear misty late-November morning was beginning to break, as Alison and her friends gathered in her room at Fuckers’ Hall. “Check!” they all chorused. “Okay, let’s go through...