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[music]

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

♪ Join in the libations ♪

♪ enjoyed so lustily ♪

♪ You too can feel a part of ♪

♪ the tale you're soon to see ♪

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

♪ A yarn so finely woven ♪

♪ to which none could compare ♪

♪ The deeds back then unspoken ♪

♪ are here for all to share ♪

♪ The hostess Hyapatia, ♪

♪ the miller, and his wife ♪

♪ Are but a few you'll meet ♪

♪ living the Canterbury life ♪

♪ In days of old, the knights were bold ♪

♪ and lands were for the taking ♪

♪ There were true treasures to behold ♪

♪ but please don't be mistaken ♪

♪ You soon learn of one such knight ♪

♪ whose future looked quite pale ♪

♪ Let us take you back in time ♪

♪ and you will hear his tale ♪

- Wench! Wine wench.

Here. Get over here.

- How disgusting!

- Well, it certainly seems to have gotten a rise out of you.

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

♪ Join in the libations ♪

♪ D enjoyed so lustily ♪

♪ You too can feel a part of ♪

♪ the tale you're soon to see ♪

♪ Drink a toast of cheer, my friends ♪

♪ and enjoy the mirth and glee ♪

♪ For we're about to start ♪

♪ on the road to Canterbury ♪

- You must come to Canterbury with me.

- I can't. I have my job to attend to.

- I need you by my side.

- Oh, what a way you have with words.

- Quiet.

Quiet, please. Quiet.

I'd like to propose a toast.

Tomorrow, many of us are off to Canterbury.

May Godspeed and the blessed martyr reward us.

Quiet. Quiet, please.

Now, as this journey is quite long,

and there's no sense or fun in traveling in silence as dumb as stones,

we must certainly mean to entertain ourselves

by way of conversation.

I wish to propose a game

that should give us a great deal more amusement

than just idle prattle.

What say ye?

Now, before we set out,

each person should give me twenty pence, and I should place it here in my purse.

Then, when we start to Canterbury,

everyone will tell one story,

as thrilling and as enticing as they possibly can.

When we arrive at my inn in Canterbury,

he who has told his story best

will receive the entire contents of the purse.

I shall act as judge for all our merry storytelling.

Now, either all traveling to Canterbury participate,

or none.

What say ye?

- Good then. - Good.

Hand me your coins now.

- I'll be most happy to play your game, my lovely hostess.

It's such an easy win.

- You seem fairly confident, good miller.

- That I am.

With all the good liquor that's in me, it will loosen my tongue.

- Ah, but liquor loosens more than a tongue.

- I'd like to see it loosen you up for once, my lady.

- The meaning I had, miller, is that liquor loosens your senses,

but I can readily perceive you have no senses to loosen.

[music]

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

♪ Join in the libations ♪

♪ enjoyed so lustily ♪

♪ You too can feel a part of ♪

♪ the tale you're soon to see ♪

- Can we get together tonight? - Maybe.

- Where?

- In the dancers' chambers upstairs.

There's a spare bed.

Meet me there.

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

- Are you alone?

[moaning]

What a lovely nest you have under there.

- Oh, my, my.

What a surprise, a carpenter with a crafty tongue.

[moaning]

Okay, carpenter, let's see how well you drive a peg.

- First, let's get rid of these clothes.

[moans]

- Oh, harder.

[moans]

[moans]

- Oh, suck it harder Katrina.

My tool feels good in your mouth, Katrina.

Oh, yeah.

[moans]

Ooh, yes.

- You have such a nice hammer, carpenter.

[moans]

[moaning]

Oh, harder.

[moaning]

- Well, as we begin our journey,

so shall we begin our game of storytelling.

Who should be the first? Carpenter?

- Lady of Bath? - No

Monk.

Being a religious man,

surely you must be accustomed to giving sermons?

- An excellent idea.

It is quite proper

that we begin our pilgrimage

- with a sermon. - On second thought.

Perhaps we should commence with someone else.

- Uh, lovely hostess,

if no one else will commence,

I would be quite glad to oblige you with what is a trifling tale.

- Oh, no need for modesty, dear knight.

I'm sure your tale will be as excellent as your manners.

Sounds like false modesty, if I may say so.

- Oh, shut up you drunken sot.

- Wonderful!

Let's get started.

- [Knight] My tale is a true story and very dear to my heart.

I wasn't always a wealthy knight.

When my father died,

he left vast sums of money to my mother and my two older brothers.

While I was away at school,

my brother squandered the money

and their debts forced them to leave the country.

My mother fled in shame to Italy.

When news arrived of her terrible plight,

I vowed to return her one day to her homeland.

I set off immediately to obtain that goal.

On my way to Italy,

I happened across a monk escorting a young abbot to see the Pope.

- Good day you. - Good day, fair knight.

I hope you've had a fine voyage?

- An excellent voyage, my son.

- You've picked a fine time of year for a trip.

Who is the lad?

- Oh, a fine young gentleman.

Actually, he's a relative of mine.

He's just been named the abbot

to one of the largest and richest abbeys in all of England.

He's so young

that we will ask the Pope to intervene for his appointment.

[music]

- [Knight] The young abbot was the fairest man I'd ever seen,

and he treated my troubles with great compassion.

He said he would do his best to help me,

so I offered my military services to him.

When we finally reached lodgings, the accommodations were so poor.

I found myself sharing a small chamber with the abbot.

I protested.

- This room is much too small.

I'll go sleep in the stable.

- No, stay here please.

How long have you been a knight?

- Just a few short months.

I'm actually just in the learning stages as yet.

- Brave knight,

please join me in my bed.

- [Knight]I was so stunned at the proposition

that I did not know whether to strike him or what.

- Observe, dear knight.

- And observe I did.

I observe what only a blind man could not have seen.

- I am not a man, nor am I an abbot.

I am traveling to see the Pope, for him to give my hand in a betrothal.

Whether it be for your good fortune or my unhappiness,

since our conversation,

my heart has gone out to you and I cannot resist anymore.

No woman has ever wanted to love a man more than I do you.

Despite my innocence, I will try hard to please you.

[music]

[moaning]

- Yeah, there.

Yes.

Sweetheart, yes.

Do that.

[music]

[moaning]

- Oh, I love you.

Oh, love you.

- Oh, darling.

Darling, I love you.

- [Knight] I later found out

she asked the Pope if the two of us could be wed.

It could never be.

What I did not know was the reason her wish could not be granted.

She was promised to the heir of Flanders,

and her father was none other than the King of England.

It was she,

not any great deeds of valor or warring that made me a celebrated knight.

- It is a fine tale.

- Although... I'm at a loss to explain the moral of that tale.

- A tale without morals, huh?

Getting some tail is often moral enough.

- Stop that blubbery, miller.

- Still it is not a full story.

You never told us about your mother.

- That, I think, is quite obvious even to a fool.

- And we certainly have enough of those around here.

- Well, we're off to a fine start.

That was quite well told.

- Thank you, kind hostess.

- Since the carpenter had a wry word, we'll let him tell his tale next.

- I know one that can top that.

- Yes, I'm sure you do,

but you'll be so kind as to not tell it quite yet.

- I will tell my tale.

- You're too drunk to talk.

We need a better man to tell his tale now.

Pipe down until you've regained your senses.

- I will not be cheated out of my turn!

- You won't be.

Now shut up until you've recovered your wits.

Carpenter, your tale is next.

- I will only be too happy to tell it.

There was a miller in the town of Oxford.

An evil man.

- There's no need to get nasty

just because I'm a little bit drunk and unruly.

- Pipe down, miller.

Carpenter, continue your tale while we continue our journey.

- Anyway,

this particular miller was, as I stated, an evil man.

Greed and conceit filled his life,

for he pilfered

from all those who brought grain for milling.

His family and thriving business should have been enough,

but all of that is gone now,

and here is how it happened.

The miller ground the grain for a nearby Cambridge college,

and he cheated them royally.

The proctor of the college had taken ill, causing an increase in his plundering.

Then, one day,

events suddenly took a turn for the better.

It started when two students went to the miller's

with the school's grain.

- Good day, kind miller.

- Good day, good day.

- We would like to watch you, sir, as you grind the grain.

- My grinding process is a trade secret.

No one gets to view, not even my lovely wife and daughter.

- Well, how will we know we have the right amount of flour

if we don't see your process?

- Do you think I'd cheat you?

I will make you a deal.

My wife is in need of fresh milk and eggs.

If you will gather the eggs and milk the cows,

I will grind your grain for free.

- The miller's wife had seen her husband take advantage

of those students' innocence and good manners.

- [Both students] It's a deal.

- [Carpenter] So she decided to put a stop to his evil dealings.

- Oh, that man of mine was just all restraint.

- What do you mean, mother?

- Those boys are far too nice to be cheated by that bastard.

It's high time we decided to put a stop to that.

I have devised a plan.

You must estimate the students' flour while I keep your father busy.

And then later on tonight,

you'll weigh the same amount and return it to the students' bags.

- Oh, but how are you going to keep him busy?

- A woman has her ways.

- Watch, and you will learn something new today.

How swiftly you do that.

- Go away, woman. I have work to do.

- But I thought you might like me to help you mill the grain.

- Have you lost your senses, woman?

Only I mill the grain, and alone.

Now get back to your chores and let me get back to mine.

- Oh, who's that coming up over the knoll?

- What?

- Up over the hill.

A lone rider with two heavy bags.

- Let me see.

Has your eyesight gone as sour as your mind, woman?

- There's no one there. - Over there, to the south.

A tiny speck on the horizon.

- There's no one there, woman.

- Oh, you're right.

Well, there was someone there a moment ago.

- That's very curious, I think.

Who would come all this way

just to return when he's at his journey's end?

- Maybe he's just resting just over the hill.

- I think you've taken leave of your senses.

Now get out of here

and let me get back to my work and you get back to yours.

- Yes, dear husband.

- And I'm growing hungry and thirsty.

When I am finished here,

I want my dinner ready.

Have you finished your chores?

I have.

There's the flour.

- This is all?

- There should be much more than that.

- You're very tired, I think.

And your eyes cannot be trusted to be the judge.

- I am exhausted.

Can you put us up for the night?

We will pay you.

- Of course.

I'm sure we can work out a suitable price,

later.

But first,

let's eat.

- Now eat, young men.

You'll be needing your strength.

- [Carpenter] When the meal was finished,

the miller's daughter showed the students

their bed. - Oh, excuse me.

- The fault is mine.

Excuse me for bumming your privates.

- Ah, and such lovely privates they are.

- You're just saying that, because I'm so plain.

- Quite to the contrary. You are beautiful.

- Oh, enough of this. You should be going to bed.

Here, let me help you out of all your clothes.

- Should you be doing this? - Oh, don't be silly.

- But you might see my privates. - I certainly hope so.

How good is having a rooster if it doesn't crow?

Out with your rooster. I want to see who can crow the loudest.

[music] [moaning]

- [Carpenter] While the miller, in a drunken stupor,

climbed into his own bed with his bounteous wife.

[music]

[moaning]

- What're you doing to me, huh?

[moaning]

- My God.

They're going to wake him up. (miller snoring)

[moaning]

- This is not supposed to be a festival.

- Mother, what are you doing up at this hour?

- That, my dear girl, is a question I should be asking you.

But I can see quite clearly with my own eyes,

and I have half a mind to join you.

- Then do.

There are two, and there is enough for both of us.

- Yes, but first I must tell you boys

that your full amount of flour is outside the door.

- It is?

- That is quite kind, my dear lady.

- I measured it out myself this evening,

but now

I have rather a different kind of measurement in mind.

[moaning] [miller snoring]

What a fine ruler you have here,

and to think I have been putting up

with my husband's little peter all these years.

[moaning]

- Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes. I'm going to cum.

Yes.

[moaning]

- Oh, woman.

[moaning]

Where are you?

Taking liberties,

with my wife

and my daughter?!

You piece of--

- Your wife was a marvelous dessert to a fabulous dinner.

- Definitely as good as your daughter, who is every bit as delicious.

Good night, sir.

- That was a hideous tale,

and a very bigoted one as well.

- But very appropriate, considering its moral.

- What would that be, monk,

if you would be so kind as to inform us?

- Nonsense.

It is simply a story, not a sermon to be dissected and analyzed.

- Well, as we are on a pilgrimage to the tomb of the blessed martyr,

I think it's only appropriate

to discuss the edifying and moral issues of life.

- Bah, it is for entertainment, nothing more or less.

- Exactly,

and not a bad tale, if I may say so, and well-timed, too.

I suggest we camp here for the night, in this clearing.

- An excellent idea.

This horse is beginning to hurt my bottom.

- I'll rub it for you.

- My horse? Why, thank you, miller.

- I'm famished.

- Well, whose story is next?

- I think we should save our stories for the traveling.

Let us simply enjoy the night in silence.

- An excellent idea.

I think I shall retire to our tent.

- A pleasant rest.

- Good night. - Good night.

Well, I believe I too, shall retire.

- Good evening. - Good night.

- Yes, I think I, too, shall go off now.

- Wait.

I have an idea

that I think you all will find enthralling.

- Here, let me help you off of that.

- Follow me.

- Where on God's earth is he taking us tonight?

- Are you about to play another of your drunken tricks?

- No, no, come on.

Come, quickly.

Come on.

Come on, quickly.

- This is sinful.

- It is an affront to man's dignity.

- Mmph! Disgusting.

- Don't worry.

It will get better.

- What an exquisite body.

- Yours, too.

Oh, your breasts feel so nice against my skin.

[moaning]

Does it please you?

- Oh, yes.

They're so soft and so beautiful.

- It's an image sent from heaven.

- Hell, whence it came.

- Don't complain, monk.

It's just a little fun.

- It is quite exquisite, wouldn't you say, carpenter?

- A sight to behold.

A wonderful sight.

[moans]

- Oh, my gosh.

[moans]

Oh, that's heavenly.

- Sweet, sweet juices.

[moans]

- Oh, you make my body quiver.

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, my.

- Let me tease you with my finger.

[moans]

- Oh, yes.

[gasps]

Oh, my word.

Oh, that feels so nice.

Oh, yes.

Oh, my God. Quickly!

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

Oh, gosh.

[moans]

Beautiful lady.

[music]

Is everyone ready to leave?

- All ready, dear hostess.

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

♪ Join in the libations ♪

♪ enjoyed so lustily ♪

♪ You too can feel a part of ♪

♪ the tale you're soon to see ♪

♪ Drink a toast of cheer, my friends ♪

♪ and enjoy the mirth and glee ♪

♪ For we're about to start ♪

♪ on the road to Canterbury ♪

- To start our storytelling today is the Lady of Bath.

- Ah, I can't wait to hear this tale.

- I'd rather see her tail.

- Miller! Drunk already?

Please, do try to contain yourself.

Lady.

- Very well.

There once was a lady-in-waiting who was of high birth.

But through the sinister dealings of a certain lord,

her father, the Lord of Bath,

had been driven from his land

and died poor as a beggar and infirm as a leper.

From the time she was a little girl,

she was determined to regain her father's land.

She was eventually able to secure a position

as a lady-of-waiting

with the very lord that rendered her family's name void.

Of course, the lord did not know she was the daughter of the Lord of Bath.

The lord was also known far and wide as a lecher,

and the lady-in-waiting used this to her advantage.

His lady, however, knew of her husband's indiscretions,

but she did not know with whom her husband was sleeping,

and lavished favors on the lady-of-waiting

in order to solicit her as a spy on her husband.

The lady had her own nocturnal affairs.

Well, all proceeded according to her plan,

but the lady-of-waiting needed a stroke of opportunity and luck

to bring her plan to full blossom.

And that came by way of a surprise visit from the queen.

It took the lord very little time

before he had the queen in his bedchamber,

and began to perform perverse acts upon her body.

[moans]

- Oh, you're delicious.

[moans]

- Such wonderful indignity, sire.

- [Lady Of Bath] Of course, the lord had entrusted the lady-in-waiting

to keep the hall clear.

The lady-of-waiting took advantage of the opportunity

to also arrange a meeting

between

the lady and the stable boy.

[moaning]

A delight, oh such a delight!

[moaning]

- Oh, yes.

[moaning]

- Oh, my Lord.

[moans]

[moans]

- Oh, squeeze them balls, my lady.

[moans]

[moaning]

- Oh, to be king.

[moaning]

Oh, yes, my queen.

Oh, God.

[moaning]

I'm going to lose myself.

[moaning]

Oh my God.

[moaning]

- [Lady of Bath] In both cases,

the lady-of-waiting was to announce any imminent danger

by knocking rapidly three times on the door.

- The king approaches.

- Oh, my God. My husband.

- His advance guard has already arrived.

- I'm done for if he catches me here with you.

Need I remind you

that your head will be on the block with mine

if he catches me with you.

- There's no need to worry, my dear. I've taken care of everything.

But we must hurry.

Come on.

- The king approaches the castle.

- The king! Quick, out of here.

My lord will surely be looking for me to make preparations for the king.

- Yes, my lady. - Make haste,

and I will hide you in my chamber.

- My lady,

and with the stable boy.

How could you?

- My lord, with the queen?

It'll be your head this time, you lecherous sot.

- Oh, stop! You can settle your differences later.

But now the king approaches the front of the palace.

I suggest we hush up this whole sordid affair.

After all, no one knows of it, but those who would rather forget.

Except, of course, for me.

- What, pray tell, would keep you silenced forever?

- To have my father's land restored to its rightful heiress.

- Just who is your father?

- The Lord of Bath.

- Oh my God.

- The wench has swindled us!

- There's nothing more I would rather see

than the king catching my dear lord

with his prick still dripping

with the delicious love juices of the queen.

And then watching his head roll off the block.

- You harlot.

- Except, of course,

to have my lands restored to their rightful owner.

- That land is quite valuable.

Surely a chest of gold would be more to your liking,

you ill-bred whore.

- More to my liking would be to watch the blade split your neck.

I've ushered the king's guards to every entrance except one.

If you sign this deed,

then I shall tell you how to escape.

If not--

What do you say?

- Sign the deed, you wretched whoremonger!

- Yes, sign the wretched deed.

Can't you see she has all our heads on the block?

- Quite a classical tale of musical beds.

- Excellent.

Best told yet.

- The wages of sin-- - Spare us, kind monk.

- I believe that the miller's tale is next to be told.

It seems as though the miller is a bit indisposed at the moment.

We'll have to pass this turn this time around.

- Just as well. I can imagine the sordid tale he'd tell.

- May I suggest, fair hostess,

that in light of our rather fortunate turn of events,

you tell a tale of your own.

- I don't think that'd be appropriate.

- Oh, please, fair hostess.

Honor us with your story. - I quite agree.

- I would be honored to listen.

- Well, all right.

But have patience with my tale, for I was not prepared for this.

I'd like to tell you the story

of how the gypsies got the wine in their violin.

In gypsy ways,

a lady must first win her prospective husband's approval

by dancing for him and proving her talents.

[music]

- What is the matter, my child?

- I'm in love with two men, Sitar and Vitar.

I cannot choose between them.

I must have them both for my husband.

I read the tarot cards,

and they promised the three of us would spend eternity together.

I danced and danced for them all evening, and still there's no response.

Isn't it meant to be?

- Perhaps,

but not until after a little heartbreak.

What you need to do

is go to the big beech tree at the edge of camp at midnight

and stamp three times.

Then spit over your left shoulder,

and the great horned one will reveal himself to you.

- I'll do whatever it takes to win their affections.

Thank you, babushka.

- Oh, beautiful gypsy, how may I serve you?

- I was told to come to you for help.

I'm in love with two men.

I want them both for my husband.

I can't choose between them.

- Kinky.

Have you danced for them?

- Oh, yes.

Yes, I danced for them all evening,

but they paid me no attention.

- Well, don't worry a bit about it.

I have just the thing to capture their hearts.

A violin

will produce such a wonderful sound

that no mortal will be able to withstand it.

I offer no service for free.

At the cock's crow you will return to me

and be my lover for the whole day or you will perish.

Here,

let me teach you how to play.

[violin music]

- The seductive sounds of the violins wove their magic to perfection.

[violin music]

[moaning]

- Oh, yes.

[moaning]

- Oh, my lovers.

[moaning]

- Oh, yes. - Oh, that's it.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, squeeze tight.

Squeeze my balls.

[moaning]

- [Hostess] In the Gypsy tradition,

a ring of gold is used as an enhancement to the sexual bond,

and symbolized the never-ending love,

and the all-encompassing powers of the universe.

[moaning]

[cheering]

The young girl, enraptured by her newfound passion,

forgot her promise to the master of darkness,

and so he came to collect what was rightfully his.

[laughter]

All that could be found in her place was the violin and bow.

That's how the gypsies got the wine in their violin.

- What a wonderful, beautiful tale.

- A learning one too.

Shows you what can happen

when one makes a contract with the forces of darkness.

- Makes me want to cry.

- That's a wonderful tale,

but I don't quite recall how it began.

Now I shall recount my own tale.

- Poor miller,

I'm afraid our journey has come to an end.

Canterbury is right over that ridge there.

You had your turn, but you were too drunk to have taken it.

- Such a fitting turn of fate.

- Damn your pius hide, monk.

- Let's not bicker.

Onward to the inn,

and after we freshen up a bit, I'll treat you all to a merry meal.

[music]

- Quiet, quiet, please.

I would like to propose a toast.

A toast to our fair hostess,

for her bestowing upon us in her generosity this fine meal.

And an announcement.

I know that you were to be our sole judge in this contest of tales.

However, well, to put it bluntly, we have all voted,

and we have voted you out as the judge,

and we have voted you in as victor.

- No argument. - We care to have no argument.

- No, no, no, no. It's been agreed upon.

Too late.

- Well then,

I shall take the purse and give it to the needy.

May I talk to you a moment?

- Of course, please.

- Why did you do that?

- Just I said, everyone had agreed.

You've shown us your generosity,

I would like to show you mine in a more private and personal manner.

- I'd like that.

[music]

- I've been dying

to get into a nice comfortable bed in this inn,

but I detest sleeping in comfort alone.

Would you be so kind as to oblige a traveling lady?

Consider me just a loyal servant of your ladyship.

[music]

- Well, monk,

it looks like we're the only one from our pilgrimage

that hasn't gone to bed,

and we had a long trip from Canterbury,

and we heard many bawdy tales to fill our dreams,

so now I think I must go to bed.

- Well, here's to the end, my son.

- I'll drink to that.

I shall read the scriptures before retiring.

- That's a wonderful idea.

- Such a brave and strong knight.

[music]

But no knight is any stronger than his sword.

And how is your sword?

- My sword is poised and ready,

as hard as steel,

to serve its lady at her mere beckon.

- Then let me beckon it out of its sheath.

[music]

- Take me.

- At last.

[moaning]

[music]

- My turn.

[moaning]

On the road to Canterbury when I was riding behind you,

I was watching your tight ass on that horse.

I envied your horse.

I was wondering what the front of you looked like.

I'm delighted to find out.

[Kissing]

- Oh, yeah.

- May I lick your balls?

- Oh, yes.

[sucking]

- I love to feel your cock on my skin.

[sucking]

I want to ride that stiff prick.

- Oh, yeah.

[moaning]

My tool feels good, my lady?

- Yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning] [music]

[licking]

[moaning]

- Ooh, yes.

[moans] [music]

[moaning]

- How do you like my tool, my lady? - Oh, I like it.

Slow.

Tease me.

Tease me slow.

[moaning]

- My stiff carpenter tool feels good, my lady.

- Bring it here.

Put your cock between my breasts.

[moaning]

- Okay.

[moaning] [music]

- Yes.

That's a good woman.

[sucking]

- Some nice family jewels.

- Yes. It is such a wonderful thing a woman does.

[moaning]

- Such a strong knight.

[moans]

Your sword is definitely strong.

[moans]

- Used for all the needs of a woman,

as she wishes.

[moans] [sucking]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

A fine woman. A fine damn woman.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

- Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh my God.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Your lips are so soft.

[moaning]

Oh, it feels so good.

Oh, destroy me.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

I wanted to be so close to you for so long.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

- Uhh, this is the sort of moral I've been searching for.

Oh, my child,

you have a divine mouth-

uhhh-- moral, moral, moral.

Moral.

Yes,

this is the true divine spirit

of mortal man.

[moans]

Bless you, my dear.

[music]

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

♪ Join in the libations ♪

♪ enjoyed so lustily ♪

♪ You too can feel a part of ♪

♪ the tale you're soon to see ♪

♪ Come one, come all ♪

♪ and hear of the Canterbury Tales ♪

♪ The woes, the passions, and love ♪

♪ at last in full detail ♪

♪ A yarn so finely woven ♪

♪ to which none could compare ♪

♪ The deeds back then unspoken ♪

♪ are here for all to share. ♪