"It still doesn't change the problem — I have to pass interviews, have to survive probationary periods." But you did that at Montague's, didn't you?... But I knew someone there, I don't know anyone in the computing industry." Talk to Professor Peters? Maybe he'll know someone." Yeah, but any jobs he has going he'll shift on to Tim." Marcus, if Tim Bordon can get a job, you can. You have stunted social skills, he has none at all." He's alright, he's just a bit shy." He asked me to lunch last week,. The women had already been to the room and whilst we were in there had some tea and left for their rooms, we did not know where they were. Henry then said our rooms were on the 3rd floor, our names were outside, but in number form, a vowel being twice the value of the other letters, I worked out mine room number had to be divisible by 5 and Dave's by 6, hope that there was not a room with 60 or 30. Luckily a room had 55 and one 66 so me and Dave went to out respective rooms and changed ready. When I thought of heating up the metal sedile that held her upright, I got a boner, a real stiff cock. A plan began to form in my mind .as I stroked myself imagining her sitting, squirming and bouncing on her sedile. The sedile was an uncomfortable seat-often just a metal spike-the person condemned to crucifixion could 'sit' on. I smiled and thought I would not give her the sedile until at least one of her shoulders had dislocated. I imagined her pussy crushed and bruised by the narrow metal. I also found and unplugged the on board battery charger. I made sure the motor was no longer resting on the wheel, then off I went.Since I knew what lay in store form me when I arrived at the strip, I went by to pickup a biscuit and more coffee for my thermos. The coffee at MrBJ's was barely better than no coffee at all, but what the hell, I thought.Once I got to the grass strip I rolled out the riding mower and sat on it's wider seat to eat. It took me only ten minutes to finish the biscuit,.