“Not if driver were one Ted Moresely,” Signalman explained, “Bastard said I put signals back agin him when he ran right through em, too busy bu...gering his fireman, has he buggered you an all?”Tommy said nowt.“No bugger liked him, tight fisted fat lazy bastard,” Signalman moaned.“Can I use your bog?” Tommy asked.“No thee bloody can’t,” Signalman said but it were too late Tommy had door open.Poor Tommy never seen a lad porter in a uniform jacket and nowt else except for stockings and suspenders. "so we piled into my car and went over to see him. To our surprise we found him in the same shoe shop where we'd met Mo the day before, but a giggling Mo explained that it was their joint enterprise. Apparently it had been their parent's business, but they'd sold up and gone to live in Spain leaving the shop and the flat to the kids.Michael, her brother was a good looking youth of about twenty or so, with a ready smile and an obvious desire to please. I liked him immediately, especially when Mo. His apartment was expansive, easily twice the size of mine. It was spotless and organized with expensive furniture and pictures on the wall. "Wine?" he asked."Yes, red."He went to the kitchen to make my drink and I observed some pictures on the wall. One was a beautiful blond, in a cap and gown, with the engraving "Class of 2000" etched into the frame. "Jesus, has a daughter older than me," I whispered to myself. Another picture showed another blond, not as pretty. This engraving showed. A vicious, yet highly erotic state indeed.Our eyes were still locked on each other as I reached around and grabbed a tightly held handful of her blonde hair and used it to slowly pull her head down. Her mouth opened as she knew what was coming.By this point, my very hard cock had escaped the towel and now it was slowly ... very slowly, being swallowed up into the slave’s mouth as my grip on her hair forced her down until I was fully and finally lodged in her throat.“Do not move, slave. You will.