"You know, having to get fucked by nonces, pervs and the socially inadequate." It's not always as bad as all that," said Iris whose visible discomfort...signalled that she'd rather talk about something else.Iris wasn't sure how honest she'd been. When it came down to it, Ember was right. Iris now was having regular sex with exactly the sort of person she'd normally have steered well clear of. Although in many cases the sex amounted to nothing more than a handjob or a blowjob, she still had to. Mark and Tony moved from around the corner of the cabin and Deb laid eyes on them for the first time. Mark was a tall lanky kid, 6’5” and 165 lbs. Despite his lanky skin and bones stature he had an extremely large cock that was close to 10” hard. Mark had developed early and was now getting ready to turn 16 years old. Deb had never seen another man naked beside her husband and she could not believe the size of this monster this young boy was packing between his legs. Tony was a short heavy boy. "You have as well, haven't you, Norman? I know what the Jimmies are like. They're ungrateful buggers. We're well rid of them. But what do they do now but sanction a flood of workshy immigrants through the tartan border into the country. All those bloody Africans and South Americans! They can't use nuclear war as an excuse for inundating our noble land and taking jobs from good honest Englishmen."Nevertheless once the news was out, the press barons were no more principled than anyone else. Not. Of course, the conversation turned to her sex life and my lack of a sex life and she gradually revealed the things she and her husband got up to, tying each other up and having sex with other people, sometimes in a group. Not even the pot bank girls did that sort of thing. I was absolutely enthralled. One day she came round to do my hair with a bottle of gin and a bottle of Schweppes in her equipment bag, I sorted out glasses and some ice from the freezer and we sampled our first gin and tonic.