Any road round I were minding me own beeswax when boss comes in. Xnxx hd Blagthorpe. “It’s not that Miss, he want’s to dock me wages,” I apologised. My thingy sort of shrank as I walked down into valley, but all I could think on were Geraldine. I wrestled me thingy back in me pants somehow and went downstairs. “You look disappointed young Allen?” she adds. “I told him to get a Gigolo or 2nd Battalion East Yorkshire Regiment, not some slip of a lad.” she grumbled, “You’ll not be a shit of use.”
She showed me in, “Geraldine, young Allan’s here to fuck thee,” she shouted up the stairs. I were working in office at pit head that morning, sun were shining gold on smoke from boiler house, birds was coughing, it hadn’t rained for two days solid, and that’s officially a drought in Yorkshire. “Sort her out, word is you’re quite the lad where cricket’s concerned, good stamina,” he explained, “Well that’s what her needs.”
“And what does her think?” I asked. “Me twat not me ass hole,” she said insistently. Birds was coughing, Pit head wheels was whizzing round like silver orbs as blokes plummeted down mine shafts in cages into stygian depths below.
