“Not you, that cunt,” I said motioning towards Desmond. Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra follows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke;
“Johnno,” Sandra shouts after a bit, “He says he don’t fancy me and says he’ll pay twenty quid if we fuck off.”
Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie’s bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly wanking herself with four fingers of her left hand jammed up inside her stubbly cunt. Amateur porn “Look please, I’ll pay!” Desmond cried. “Ready?” Sandra says. “Police please, I want to report an assault.”
There was a nice blue dress, knee length, the shoes was a bit tight and the two inch heels fucking awkward, and a womens coat what stunk of piss and had a £3 Oxfam label attached. I knocked on the door, Desmond appeared, “That was quick,” he said expecting someone else,
“Oh I thought!” he said. “Mine!” Big Norman announces, “Any arguments?”
“Front room,” Desmond says, “In the Harrods bag,” so I pushed past and there was me jacket and stuff all mixed up with Al’s yuck, his shitty skid marked pants with my shirt.
