Addendum: A Poem

The Stanfield Slutwives

See the little rosy cheeks,

All lined up in a row.

Reddened by the ruler,

And set to merry glow.

Oh! Their angel voices,

Made to yelp and moan.

Joyous in their calling,

Their bodies up for loan.

Each one a perfect fantasy,

A dream of sculpted flesh.

The work of careful training,

Such beauty, sweet and fresh.

Listen as they gurgle,

Throats that never gag.

Each end a perfect entry,

No skin that ever sag.

Watch their hips a'bobbing,

Bouncing in delight.

To serve their master’s wantings,

In both sensation and in sight.

Ah, to cum inside them,

Is such a merry treat.

Each hole a warm embrace,

The prettiest of meat.

The only consternation,

So many from which to choose.

Once one is bought and paid for,

I see another I'd like to use.

Poem by Lord Billingham, renowned philanthropist, whore collector and minister for culture.

His devoted patronage of Stanfield’s Academy helped escalate it to the regard it currently holds. At the point of his his estate was believed to have held the deeds to over a hundred graduates, though many were sold on to family, friends and business associates.