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In 1985 I left the Navy having discovered I didn't particularly like being told what to do and instead of going home to Scotland, moved to Guildford where my girlfriend was from. I had no money but quickly found a job in a small sheetmetal workshop and digs. The job was ok, working for a guy making car body parts, but it wasn't well paid. The boss sympathised but could only afford to pay me £85 a week with a bit of overtime now and then. My digs were with a middle-aged couple who were quite some characters. Their son was in prison so they were renting out his room. Not the most attractive coup… Read more

As a power tools salesman, I spend a lot of time on construction sites, factories and builder's yards. The people I meet tend to be similar - working guys and women, a bit rough but friendly and easy to get on with. The builder's yard I was going into now was typical, a mix of ex-tradesmen, young lads learning the job and a rough and ready manageress who ruled the roost. Unusually, the counter was unmanned and the roller doors to the warehouse closed when I got there. It was my last call of the day so, not wanting to hang around eaiting, I decided to go looking for them. Lifting the counter f… Read more

I woke the next morning stiff and a bit sore. My arse had taken a helluva hammering, my buttocks felt bruised and my muscles ached from being twisted and thrown around the bed. I made my way to the shower and let the hot jets wash the dried cum and pussy juice from my body whilst my muscles tried to unknot themselves. Heading down to breakfast, I spotted Linda at the reception checking out a customer. She smiled broadly and pointed me through to the restaurant area where I was served by a cute Eastern European girl in a very sexy if traditional white blouse and black skirt. As I washed diwn… Read more