You're a dirty boy, Walter," Patty panted, still jacking his fuck pole slow and hard. "You're a dirty boy for wanting to fuck your mother like this. ... Don't you feel dirty for letting Mommy suck your cock?" "No." "I'll....I'll bet you fantasize about fucking Mommy's tight little asshole too, don't you? That would be just like you. Do you fantasize about fucking my hot little asshole when you jack off, honey? Is that where you'd like to shove this big cock of yours next?" . Hell, I even got press passes to some nice concerts, plays, and other events. And that extra $100-$150 bucks helped to buy the beer.My other job wasn’t so great. I took a gig as a tech writer/editor on the other side of town in Dublin at an online library consortium, OCLC. Imagine working with a crew of about 750 librarians and another 300 computer geeks. Yeah…My boss at OCLC was a grouchy little son-of-a-bitch named Siegfried Bauer. I imagined his middle name must have begun with the letter. " "Well, I'm in the business of fixing things. I may be able to get it to work." The old lady looked up and down the row. Seeing no-one nearby, she curled a finger indicating she wanted him to come closer. Jimmy came up next to her and that's when she told him something that would change his life very soon. "Sonny, this isn't an ordinary oil lamp - there is something very special about this lamp. If I sell it to you, you may not like what happens. So if you still want to buy it, you will. I tipped the page boy who looked about the same age as my old cell mate and he too was over the moon with his fifty pound tip!"I've got to get some bloody change" I moaned, "I'm damned if every body's getting a fifty pound tip"We left our couple of bags in the room and strolled out into the sunshine in the general direction of London's West end, the money was burning a hole in my pocket and I badly needed the thrill of a spending spree, mum had tried to refuse when I took four packs of the.