They approached the cage standing or walking all around me making comments about how I was tied or my body. Every now and again I would suddenly be to...ched on my pussy or arse, a nipple squeezed here and there. That explains what the larger cut outs in the cage mesh were for. Each time they touched me it was unexpected and I would flinch slightly, pulling against the binds. I could smell their expensive after shave I had no idea where they were from or what was going to happen. I was very. "I love that you are not in a hurry," she whispered.She sucked on my tongue, and then said "But now I want you to hurry. I need to be filled now."She rolled off of me. I got carefully over her. Her hand came to my aching prick.I admit I had used up all the patience and slow I had in me. I took her roughly. But suddenly I couldn't stand not being in her, and as I thrust and penetrated her, only the fact that I could feel copious lubrication and her own pelvic thrust, signifying she urgently. ”I kept my eyes on Jim as she said this and saw him blush. He replied, “It isn’t that, Cathy, I just don’t seem to have anything in common with most of the people there so I just figure to not burden Debbie I would just stay away. I do like being around you and Mike and we need to do this more often. This is nice.” He reached over and squeezed Debbie’s hand and she nodded her approval. I could also see a smile on her face as I was sure she was thinking about how he would react later.We finished. Self-loathing that may be, but it gets me through the coming 12 months until I pluck up the courage to choose another homeless man for my pleasure. This little scenario has gone on year after year and I knew that it would never change. Then last year I had the surprise of my life. One, I might add, was of my own making. I was 41 then and I had to admit that this little Thanksgiving thing of mine was becoming a disgusting ritual. I wasn’t sure if I could bring myself to do it again. I’d been.