An hour? Of her time perhaps. Five minutes of sex and fifty-five minutes of indifference most likely. You'll notice I'm not giving much credit to this hypothetical nitwit? I wonder though, for a million quid, what exactly would this nitwit expect? And what exactly would a woman be willing to give? After all, as all us dirty bastards and dirty bastardettes well know, there is sex, and then there is SEX.
Supposing I were that nitwit, for a million quid I'd want a lot more than a fumble and a bunk-up, and an hour or a night of her feigned adoration. I'm not naive enough to imagine money couldn't buy what I'd be expecting. However there would a huge deal of non-consent and a very shady third party involved. And why pay when every now and again someone comes along who gives it willingly, and free.
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Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture....
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We're Englishmen, and we came here, to rape your women and drink your beer.
I went back in time and voted for Hitler.
Pouring oil on troubled waters since 2008. Then lighting a fucking match.