.. not that kind of contractor."He nodded. He understood. Harold Sinden was a very smart man. He had taken a retirement at fifty and immigrated to Can...da to start a private business, Orca Investigations. It had grown into a second business, Orca Security. I was here to touch base and renew an old friendship, not look for a job."I was very sorry to hear about Elizabeth," he said. "I know you were very close and I'm sure it was heartbreaking to lose her."I nodded. I didn't want to get into that. Once he managed to move his hard-on to the side so he could rest comfortably over her thighs, he followed her instructions to spread his legs slightly and turn his bottom up. He could feel the cool air of the room against his exposed bottom-hole and the backs of his testicles.Cecilia was in no mood to hurry. She gently caressed his entire backside, exploring his spread buttocks and the sensitive area in between. He began sweating from arousal and anticipation as he felt the palm and fingertips. So one saturday morning I went to the shop as per usual & Mr.Singh gave me his usual gruff,'Alright k**,ya ready for ya shift,then?' Only this time I noticed he wasn't dressed in his day clothes,rather he had on a pair of ratty,slightly grimey long johns & a similarly worn vest.His full beard wasn't carefully combed & he looked like he hadn't slept in days.Turns out his missus was in the hospital popping out another sprog,their 5th I think.Now,I've already mentioned I liked the big,furry kinda. "Four. Thank you, Dale. Five. Thank you, Dale."After twenty swats from Dale's paddle my arse was on fire and I felt like screaming out, but feared this would bring greater reprisals. I shuddered at the thought of what Callum had in store for me.He appeared in front of me with a length of bamboo cane, which he swished experimentally through the air."This should be fun," he murmured, disappearing behind me.Yowch! I couldn't believe the force with which brought this thin cane down on my ravaged.