“Right, lets get moving,” Fforbes says so Tony hops in the drivers seat and we headed off down towards the canal wharf. I must have fallen asleep because the door opened and the creak of the hinges woke me up, “Fuck!” a bored female voice exclaimed, “There’s some pillock in here.” It was Sandra from next door, with fifty something bald fat git Clive Andrews from number 10 looking for somewhere warm and out of his missus way to have a fuck. Xnxx “Oh I do hope so!” she said like she fancied him or summat. “I needs the cash Johnno,” he says, “I ain’t gay nor nothing.”
“I’d rather starve mate,” I says, “I been screwing Sandra from next door,” I explained. “Well, its playing what matters now,” said Dan, “Vera is off at her sisters so you play second tonight if you would.”
It wasn’t too bad, as torture sessions go, and then we were down the Flying Horse till midnight and it was too late to screw Sandra then.
