Click the big pic above to have a butcher’s. Here’s a small excerpt to whet your digusting appetites:
Brompton whirled around in horror to see, on the chaise-longe, draped across it like a cheap throw, the Prime Minister himself: David Cameron. He too was naked and sitting before him, with an easel and a paintbrush, was the Chancellor George Osborne. Cameron was cooing and sighing, fondling himself with reckless abandon.
“Paint me, Gideon” he said. “Paint me like one of your negress whores.”
Well? What are you waiting for?