“What colour?” I asked. Indian porn “No, I’m a fucking MOT tester and you have the wrong number, again, fuck off.” I said and slammed the phone down. “Yes, that’s what I want,” he agreed. “Yes, that’s what I want,” he agreed. “How soon could you do it?” He asked. “We discussed my sex change last week,” he said, “I did as you suggested, and well, I never realised how lovely fucking a lady was, I went to public school you know and we were always at it, regular buggery prevents constipation was the watchword.”
“So?” I says. “That’s what she said, “ I explained, “If that’s what floats your boat just fill in the on line form and Bob’s you uncle, all those hot sweaty naked ladies glistening in the showers all ready to be bent over and shafted, or pushed against a wall and fucked.”
“Oh yes, how wonderful,” he agreed, “Do you know where I can find the form?”
“It’s on You Gov, just fill it in, no need to live as a woman, have your cock lopped off anything like that, easier than getting an MOT certificate really.” I explained. “Fucks sake,” I muttered and grabbed me pencil and wrote his number down, “What a fucking perv.”
After work I did an email to the plod and gave his details, that was months ago
