Another £22.85 to fork out "... This was 1981 in the early Thatcher years of Britain . No longer Great Britain..just Britain.. Job losses , poverty a...d crime were rife . I myself had no money and was recently made redundant . This was very common .. I was surviving (just) on the dole . Claiming unemployment benefit was now becoming the norm for millions across the U.K . I made myself a cup of tea with my last Co-op 99 Blend tea bag . Not a great start to the day I thought.. I heard a gentle. “Shut up you stupid tart and suck my cock, you filthy old whore” I tell her. She gets to work. She knows if she wants any repeat business from me she has to satisfy my needs. But she’s good – my God, she’s good at this! “That’s so good” I tell her. Her head is bobbing rhythmically in a steady beat, getting ever so slightly faster with each slide to the bottom and back up to the top of my shaft. “You fucking slut. You big-titted slag. You love doing this don’t you? How many men have come in. Come in and meet the rest of the clan," she said merrily.I followed her into the living room and saw a man rise from his chair to greet me."This is my husband, Angus. Angus, this is Will Travers." How do you do, Mr. Carlisle. Nice to meet you." It's Angus, lad," he said with a slight hint of his native brogue. "And my wife is Mary."I stood not knowing what to say next, noticing neither Nicole or Jimmy were in sight."You're off to a play, then," Mary spoke, breaking the ice."Yes," I said, happy. He allowed his right hand to move downward behind Mandy's back, cupping the curve of her rounded ass, pulling her groin close against his and letting her feel the hard fullness of his aroused cock against the mons of her pussy through her skirt. Their lips met in a fiery lust-filled kiss and Mandy hand went up behind Tom's head, pulling his lips close against her as she knew they didn't have much time to waste this morning.Tom pressed his almost totally hard cock firmly against Mandy's pussy,.