A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub.
She gestures alluringly to the barman who comes over immediately.
When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face
close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard
which is full and bushy.
"Are you the landlord?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both
hands.
"Actually, no" he replies.
"Can you get him for me - I need to speak to him?" she asks, running
her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the barman, clearly aroused.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues
huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth.
"Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room."
She gestures alluringly to the barman who comes over immediately.
When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face
close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard
which is full and bushy.
"Are you the landlord?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both
hands.
"Actually, no" he replies.
"Can you get him for me - I need to speak to him?" she asks, running
her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the barman, clearly aroused.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues
huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth.
"Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room."
