My good friend's marriage

[Big_sam]

yea Bro Ilock update soon ^_^ eagerly waiting for the next instalment.

Meanwhile play around with the Work permit Quota Cauculator If you have seen PRC/Indian/Peenoy/Burmse Cluster Fuck in your company certain department.

You will be wondering how did your company manage to employ so many such foreigners lol ... Oh yeah this is after our MOM tighten the labour laws, before that is even worst. Not sure is it tactics to force them take up PR/Citizenship since some cannot renew after contracts ends lol.

Personally I have no issue with a AMDK/Foreigners holding a high Position because usually they dun come in a BULK. Not sure if you guys know about the pinoy pride community in SG?

Shall stop this discussion after this post since it's never ending, so let just enjoy bro Ilock fantastic story updates soon yea

[leakypipes]

Originally Posted by ilikeoldchangke

Just don't come here with the intention to fuck around with us...............

Thank you Bro ilock. I agree w you wholeheartedly. Story time, please?

[iLadyboy69]

Well said bro ilock

[iPangChance]

Originally Posted by blade

yes. please update soon. more sex, less politics, less anger

Yes, fully agree !!!!

more sex with Ella and Celeste

[WhopperJr]

waiting eagerly for next update

[Lennyberg]

i find myself refreshing the browser every now and then....

[RibeyeStick]

bro ilock, please update soon

[kingfisher816]

Originally Posted by Lennyberg

i find myself refreshing the browser every now and then....

hahaha not surprising

[Yardstick]

Bro ILOCK, one curry puff no enough to keep us busy till you come back lah. Must get your company to sponsor us more food like the carrot cake and sotong head.

[Fudgiewudgie]

Been reading from 1st page till now over the past few days! Great writer! Makes me feel that I'm in your shoes. Detail description clearly a thumbs up! Read story book also not as enthu as reading this post. Waiting for more updates. Miss Ella already.

[ClaypotAgain]

Originally Posted by Fudgiewudgie

Been reading from 1st page till now over the past few days! Great writer! Makes me feel that I'm in your shoes. Detail description clearly a thumbs up! Read story book also not as enthu as reading this post. Waiting for more updates. Miss Ella already.

Haha I enjoyed reading TS's sex encounters with Ella

[mambo979]

TS where are u?

[godz]

I Like Ilock's rational reasoning... I agree with him for we know we need them... just don push their luck too much.... We are a small country who needs all the investment it can find... whether we like it or not.... No investment form overseas... we will become FT in another country... simple fact... who doesn't wanna go HOME for a meal with family... instead of hostel with fellow workers? So end of story is.... You respect me... I respect you.... you mess with me... I'll F**K with you....

[cloudstreet]

I've just moved to Hong Kong from Australia and this is my observation: The "uneducated mainlanders" think they are the kings and queens of hong kong, like most bros would know, they eat, shit and do whatever they want disregarding the laws and culture the rightful countries.

Also, a lot of the ang mo, I will never understand why Asian people treat them with such superiority? it's because of this attitude that they treat Asians women like a sex slave/whores and they think they are better than us Asian's men.

[ilikeoldchangke]

4.45pm



From a short distance away , several people were slowly making their way across from the main tent to the one we were resting in.


I could make out Ella from where I was as I massaged my bruises and aching muscles. She held a clipboard to her chest, her eyes scanning the tent area nervously as she followed behind an old man who was wearing a red cap.





As they drew closer, I realised the old man was our CEO, he had changed into casual berms and a polo T.


Ella nodded and spoke, answering the ceo’s questions as they approached and stepped into our rest area.






Our CEO, Mr Ang walked right to the middle of the rest tent, asking after everyone, giving his immediate attention to the ones who were in need of some first aid.


He asked Ella to go fetch the medics and she shot off like a bullet.




Mr Ang chatted with a few older staff before addressing the entire group of us.





I would have thought he was there to reprimand us, to scold us for the stupid incident, but he did not.



As he started to speak, subconsciously everyone gathered around him in a semi-circle. Mr Ang is in his 60s. His voice is low, and he spoke with what I could only describe as vigour.


He was calm, his tone measured and soothing, like a healing balm for the wounded soul.




Mr Ang : I saw what happened earlier…….I have been talking to the instructors….It’s unfortunate…….that…some of our fellow colleagues…..thought it was funny to skew the odds in such a manner.


He paused for a second or so before going on.





Mr Ang : It’s not right,….. but it’s already happened…. I’m not here to assign blame or to hold anyone responsible…..






He went on to say that as a organisation, it reflects very badly on everyone if we are fighting amongst ourselves.



At that moment, Ella came back with 2 medical staff who started attending to the minor wounds sustained by the team.




She scanned the tent again and she looked furious when she spotted me at the corner of the group.


I quickly avoided her look and turned my attention back to Mr Ang.





Mr Ang : It’s in evitable that we have a bit of differences given the diverse background and cultures…… but isn’t this what makes us special ? We all come together to make things work.


Someone passed Mr Ang a bottle of water and he took a sip before going on.





His tone softened a notch or 2, almost in a fatherly manner, he shared with us his days when he was trained by the Israelis as part of the 1st batch of NS trainees, and of the days during the racial riots.



Mr Ang : I was scared when they deployed us into the streets at night…… A bayonet, 5 live rounds, that was it ……. People get hurt…. People die back then….


Mr Ang : But I was not alone….. By my side, behind me, everywhere I turned, my brothers were there……The colour of our skin tone, the names by which we call god….. all these did not matter ……. That few nights when we were out, each other was all we had……each other.






He placed particular emphasis on ‘each other’ , letting the word sink into our heads.



The tent was silent, only the sound of the creaking fan interrupted Mr Ang’s words.




Mr Ang gestured to the entire site and added.





Mr Ang : All this….. we cannot make it work without everyone….. We can’t.



He went on to say that everyone needed to come together despite our differences, that is the only way we can grow.




Mr Ang : On one hand….. I can’t express how proud I was as a Singaporean, to see what just happened…… but on the other hand….. as a Steward of the company…. My heart aches to see the organisation fall apart…..




He took another sip of water and asked everyone to have a good rest over the weekend, if needed, take an extra day off on Monday, no MC required. He will inform HR about this.

He will not be pursuing the matter further since no one was seriously hurt, and that applies to both sides of the camp.



Just before he left, he said something that caused everyone to break into laughter before we sent him off with a smattering round of applause and a thundery shout.






Mr Ang : Now…….


He looked towards the main tent and added before turning around to look at us


Mr Ang : Hear us roar…..






He lifted his bottle and we opened our vocal cords for one last time that day.



All together : HUAT AH!!!!!!!





An announcement was made, the rest of the paint ball game event was cancelled and the lucky draw was brought forward.


The crowd slowly dispersed and Ella was seen walking off behind Mr Ang after she shot me another angry look.




By 6pm, Dinner was served and we were free to head off after 7pm.


I managed to hide from Ella for the rest of the day, avoiding her as best as I could.



I kept an eye on her, and I could see her frantically searching the crowd for me. She called me several times but I did not answer. I knew I was just going to get scolded anyway.







7 pm




I half limped, staggered and wobbled my way to the road after calling for a cab but the driver made a wrong turn and had to do a big detour before coming back.

Right when I was pulling up, I saw Ella running towards me.



My eyes widened and opened the cab door immediately but she caught up and got into the cab as well.



Ella : You are a complete… idoit!



The cab drove off and she started scolding me for my actions.




Ella : How could you do that…. Do you know how dangerous that was ?? What if you were hit in the eye ? You could go blind…






She went on criticising my actions but I could tell from her behaviour she was not really angry, it was more of concern and upset.



As we got nearer to my place, I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke.


Ella : Do you know how worried I was….




It made me feel bad and to be honest, yes, I felt like an idoit too.



Celeste called as we exited the expressway, saying that she had to work late and will not be joining me for dinner, probably meet up again the next evening as she needed to be back on Saturday morning for work too.



James : Ok…. I just left the family day thingy…. Will eat on my own.





We alighted at my place and without me asking, Ella helped me with my bag and supported me as we staggered back up to the room.




She dropped our bags on the floor and we walked into the shower together.


Our clothes were stained with mud and dirt from a day of games. The bathroom was filled with the smell of stale sweat.




Only our shoes were off, we stepped into the shower with our socks on.






Ella had a frown on her face as she help me lift up my shirt, exclaiming at the bruises that was starting to turn purple.



I could hardly lift my arms and I struggled to even lift the shirt off my head, moaning and groaning like a baby as Ella undressed me.


Ella : Want to be hero… then don’t be afraid of pain…




I ignored her jibe as she put my clothes aside.



Ella pulled down my pants and let me support myself on her shoulder as I stepped out of the bundled up mess on the floor.



My legs looked like there were an alien lifeform, the patchy bruises and the random scratches were everywhere.



She reached for my underwear and I grabbed onto her hands.



James : What are you doing. !


She slap me on my wrist and without even looking at me, pulled down my underwear, revealing my dick which was started to swell.



Ella : I see everything before liao what…





She nonchalantly stripped me and removed all my clothes. If she saw my erection, she did not let it show.



How could I not have an erection?






I looked at the light purple cross back sports bra that Ella wore. She had on a white translucent off shoulder top, and the lighting in the room together with her sweaty body left nothing to imagination.


She had on a pair of figure hugging track pants that ended halfway in the middle of her calves. The waistband of the tight pants was bright pink in colour, standing out against the coal like black of the main fabric.



I could not see any panty line on the tight fabric, it’s either she had on a really thin pair of seamless panty or she was not wearing any.







Her white socks was in 2 tone, not by design. The top part of it that was exposed above her running shoes were spotted with bits of grass, brown mud stains and dirt while the bottom remained a pristine white.