"That's the dress to have you wear for our date watching the men's final , from our private box on centre court at Wimbledon. Champagne breakfast followed by a large jug of Pimm's , all perfectly planned so when I follow you to our private bathroom, you are sufficiently charmed and more than a little tipsy enough to have no idea what's hit you , when I force you onto all fours , dunk your three hundred pound hair do in the toilet and rip that attention seeking little dress up . Then tearing off your knickers , stuffing them in your mouth , I push your face down into the bowl again and slam my throbbing chunk of junk straight up your pretty little pink asshole . Twenty minutes later to wobble out back into the box with flushed cheeks and..a cute little smile , sit down beside me , kiss me on the cheek and whisper.... ?"