Bunch of bitches!

Late in the evening, Berriton's doorbell rang. Jude, who had been sitting in the living room all that time, her eyes fixed on the television, swung her legs off the couch and went to answer it.

She met face-to-face with the minister, who stood straight with a wide smile across his face. "Oh my gosh!" "Mr. Harry, is this you?" Jude asked, stretching her hand forward for a handshake.

"Of course, and you are?" He asked, accepting the handshake.

"Am Jude. Jude Berriton." She smiled sweetly. "Please do have a seat." I'll go and call my father. "He has been talking non-stop about you," she said, ushering him in, and Harry smirked.

"Really? Am flattered." He responded, flopping on the couch. Jude called the head maid and asked her to make him comfortable as she ran upstairs screaming her dad's name.

After a while, Berriton came downstairs, accompanied by his wife. His jet black hair was dripping water, which flowed down his shiny skin and settled as large droplets, which made him appear sex
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