That's when I wondered how his cold, uneven fingers would feel on my skin."I'm Charles Owen, and I'm a union man. I'm a worker, just like you are, and...I've known tough. I've been beaten and jailed by the coppers and I am still fighting." A union? We don't hold with your bolshie lot hereabouts!" said Harry, my gangmate."Says who?" I asked. "Doesn't look to me like the pay is fair. We've been slaving for weeks and what do we get? The same shit wage while the bosses send their pretty daughters to. After he climbed his ladder and looked, he came back and told me that it was going to require a new roof. I didn’t tell him that the seller of the building had assured me the roof had recently been replaced. He also assured me that it should be good for another ten years. I told him thanks for looking but I really didn’t think I was interested in a new roof.“If I decide to go with a new roof, I will call you for an estimate,” I said.“Well there is a service call fee for coming out,” he. “Time for the meeting”, she stated brightly. Taking my hand, she led me to the clearing where the rest of the gang were waiting for us.It was hard to concentrate on what they were telling me, but they realized the advantages of keeping me warmed up and paced their presentation to match my more lucid moments. No sooner would my eyes sweep over a couple that I imagined would be exciting to watch as a couple, than they would begin kissing and making out for my pleasure, while pausing the. I undid the button then slid my hand slightly to the YKK zipper and lowered it. I expected him to stop me, but he didn't. He smiled and nodded as I wiggled his jeans off of him. His boxers were a light shade of blue that complimented his skin tone and eye color well. His eyes became so big, blue, and pouty as he reached for my black knee-length shorts, wanting to lower them. He unbuttoned them, but I stopped him. I rubbed his cock gently through his boxers as it grew more. I bowed my head and.