Brass Rags

In early twentieth century England, a good valet can be damned hard to come by -- at least, when one's requirements are quite so specific as Lord Algernon Huffingham's. Algy likes a man with a firm hand. Preferably work-calloused, and applied with vigour to Algy's aristocratic buttocks. He's beginning to despair of ever finding a man who can give him what he needs and still respect him in the morn...