Owned by Celtic Women — Episode 3

Kutt! What are you doing? Bathing, my queen Want your feet washed again? Are you mad?

Put on robes before I grab that flesh saber and swing it It won't leave my head Every time I close my eyes, that, that shameless display of your meat sabre My apologies, my yam Shall we duel? Yes, I would like that I've always thought your feet were pretty for a warrior woman Shut up I asked for this before the duel You're pretty Underhanded rogue! You only call me queen when you're in deep shit Queen, please, mercy! I thought it was humerus It was disrespectful, dirt cheap, and yet, it turned me on By the gods, this stuff is too strong They have stronger back in Africa, but this is good shit, too Don't forget, after your little stunt, you're replacing my sword