you’re meaner than me faither!”,” she said but there was a gleam in her eye that looked like pound signs. I undid me shirt as well and peeled it off. Cartoon sex Shift ended at 6, Mr Blagthorpe were a good employer in some ways, “Twelve hours a day down pit is enough,” he always said, “And they can always put in a few hours of a Sunday to make time up.”
I stopped in office writing up books, one for tax man, one for Blagthorpe and one for me in case he ever saw fit to sack me. “Why to fuck young Geraldine, didn’t master tell on?” says I. “What in’t t’ell did you do to our Geraldine? I would have been put out if I hadn’t been so keep to get laid. Her lay on bed, legs spread wi her nightdress up and a big red candle deep in her whatsit. A Small Service. “You payin’ him to fuck me?” she demanded, “Oh bloody hell, it’s bad enough paying t’Ostler to fuck me mam!”
Mrs Blagthorpe blushed crimson.