toilet paper

A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She
gestures alluringly to the barman who comes over immediately. When he
arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to
hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard, which is full
and bushy.

“Are you the landlord?” she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.

“Actually, no,” he replies.

“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,” she asks, running her
hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.

“I’m afraid I can’t,” breathes the barman, clearly aroused. “Is there
anything I can do?”

“Yes there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues huskily,
popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them
gently.

“Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room, but nevermind i dont need coz i have used my fingers“