Green’s house, then Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Young, who would feed him lunch, then visit Mrs. Packard, and end at Mrs. King’s house, who lived next doo.... The ladies always looked forward to his visits, and at the end of summer, would always tip him well with money, or gift cards to his favorite store.His favorite was Mrs. Young, because she always fed him and allowed him a rest before he had to move onto his next client. She was also the one he was the most attracted to and would fantasize about. “Sorry,” I said.“It was meant to say ‘ipso facto’, not ‘if so, fatso’. Can you imagine the amount of grovelling and ass licking I’ve had to do to keep the contract? A fucking shit load!!”As soon as he said ‘fatso’ I started to smile. I didn’t mean to. It just happened.“Are you fucking laughing?!” he screamed.“No?” I said quietly.“It’s no laughing matter! You nearly cost me the whole account and you think it’s a laughing matter?”“I wasn’t laughing” I said. He’s beginning to piss me off a little. We decided we would slip ashore for some nice clothes and anything else that might be useful in our next project. The launch that brought us aboard was going to fetch the dignitary and his family so we hopped on board to be ferried to the marina, the day was sunny and warm but quite humid. Having arranged for it to pick us up at 1500hrs to take us back we set off to hit the shops. First on the list was a cocktail dress for Di with shoes and clutch bag. Di was nervous having money spent on her. We saw the announcement about how the cum of an Indian man can solve the COVID-19 problem. At the very least we wanted to try it to ease symptoms. And let's face it, being stuck in the apartment all day we also wanted to have some fun. My mother remembered the nice Indian man that lives next door. I've often touched myself thinking about him anyway - he has long hair, and dark skin, and just the right amount of chest hair. He smells of sandalwood and incense and I can hear him chanting through.
Read MoreRelated Videos
