Then one day he caught me by surprise. I was at work in Tottenham Court Road, which is about 5 minutes taxi ride to Hyde Park, when he phoned me up. ...His first words almost made me burst out laughing." John, Can you get away from work for a couple of hours, I have a customer that you can have. You will get a hundred pounds for it."Now I know a hundred pounds was a lot of money then, more than a weeks money even for me and I was well paid. I declined his offer and reminded him that although I. The court-yard of this quarter is enclosed by enormous walls, over which the sun glances obliquely, when it deigns to penetrate into this gulf of moral and physical deformity. On this paved yard are to be seen, --pacing to and fro from morning till night, pale, careworn, and haggard, like so many shadows, --the men whom justice holds beneath the steel she is sharpening. There, crouched against the side of the wall which attracts and retains the most heat, they may be seen sometimes talking to. I went back to work, cock throbbing, balls now on fire!Ok, well, I soon finished the painting and was clearing up the plastic sheets when she came back, smiling at me still naked, still semi erect as I had been for several hours now. I must say, my balls hurt like hell, the worst case of blue balls imaginable (recounting this is having a assimilate effect now!) she told me to finish clearing up, then lay on the bed and put on a leather blindfold which she handed me. I very quickly had the. Her stockings whispered as she scratched an itch on her calf, wrinkling her sensible black skirt along firm thighs. Jimmy scrutinised her from the corner of his eye, scanning over the proud swell of her large breasts, rising and falling gently beneath a cream blouse. He could discern the attractive pattern of a lace bra surrounding the soft flesh and squeezed his balls, fantasising how they'd feel in his hands, his mouth, around his swollen cock. Soft blonde curls danced beside the smooth curve.