It was too early for evening drinkers to come in for their usual session and passing trade was almost non-existent, who the hell would want to come to this grotty run down pub in a shitty Manchester council estate Susan thought to herself
. “Yeah just the dog, though afterwards I doubt anyone would touch the sides for a while anyway,” Chuck said with a laugh and before Susan could question him he went on, “So I will see you at your house at 8 o’clock next Saturday, what's your address?”
Susan quickly gave her address before clicking the phone off and staring at her husband with the phone still clutched in her hand, “Fucking hell I have only gone and done it,” then seeing the look on Martin’s face went on, “Next Saturday at 8 o’clock I am gonna get fucked by a dog.
. . ” She said as she took the head into her mouth
It was too early for evening drinkers to come in for their usual session and passing trade was almost non-existent, who the hell would want to come to this grotty run down pub in a shitty Manchester council estate Susan thought to herself
. “Yeah just the dog, though afterwards I doubt anyone would touch the sides for a while anyway,” Chuck said with a laugh and before Susan could question him he went on, “So I will see you at your house at 8 o’clock next Saturday, what's your address?”
Susan quickly gave her address before clicking the phone off and staring at her husband with the phone still clutched in her hand, “Fucking hell I have only gone and done it,” then seeing the look on Martin’s face went on, “Next Saturday at 8 o’clock I am gonna get fucked by a dog.
. . ” She said as she took the head into her mouth
It was too early for evening drinkers to come in for their usual session and passing trade was almost non-existent, who the hell would want to come to this grotty run down pub in a shitty Manchester council estate Susan thought to herself
. “Yeah just the dog, though afterwards I doubt anyone would touch the sides for a while anyway,” Chuck said with a laugh and before Susan could question him he went on, “So I will see you at your house at 8 o’clock next Saturday, what's your address?”
Susan quickly gave her address before clicking the phone off and staring at her husband with the phone still clutched in her hand, “Fucking hell I have only gone and done it,” then seeing the look on Martin’s face went on, “Next Saturday at 8 o’clock I am gonna get fucked by a dog.
. . ” She said as she took the head into her mouth
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