Midweek Sport - - CLASSIFIED -

I HAD been hav­ing a load of trou­ble with my com­puter and, rather than spend hours try­ing to sort it my­self, I called one of those peo­ple who ad­ver­tise in my area on so­cial me­dia. OK, it was a shot in the dark but I re­ally hit the tar­get! At the time ar­ranged, the door­bell rang and there stood a Johnny Depp looka­like.

It didn’t take but a few min­utes to sort out my “glitch” be­fore he moved on to sort out my snatch. I en­cour­aged him by mas­sag­ing his mem­ber through his trousers. They were soon down by his an­kles and I was giv­ing him a blowie be­fore he licked me out and took me from be­hind. Now the cheeky devil’s sent me a bill for the PC! I thought I’d al­ready paid in full. SD, Mid­dle­sex WHEN the weather is nice, I love shag­ging my fella in the sand dunes near where I live.

And the last time we did it, to­wards the end of the sum­mer, we had a bit of an au­di­ence!

My bloke had pre-warned three of his pals and they turned up and watched as he f**ked me. It a was a mas­sive turn-on, watch­ing them watch­ing me. And I ended up suck­ing all their cocks! The only trou­ble is that this nosey old bas­tard saw us while he was walk­ing his dog and now he wants me to have sex with him this week­end – or he says he will re­port us all to the bloody po­lice.

We’ve all got good jobs and now I’m ter­ri­fied of the bad pub­lic­ity this may bring.

Should I do what he wants? JG, Lancs

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