The tension and stress of the day just melted away from her massage. She finished up on my legs, I felt like jell-O. She had me roll over on my back...She started on my legs and up to my thighs, my cock was rock hard and standing tall like a flag pole. She bypass my cock and rubbed my belly and chest. She was looking directly into my eyes with those baby blue eyes of hers..“How does that feel baby?”, She with a smile on her face,I just grunted in return. I was enjoying this way to much to. A third hand rubbed my back. A fourth raised my robe and two thick fingers entered me. The hands felt great as each massaged my body. The two fingers knew where to probe as they sawed in and out. I was drifting on the waves of joy those hands and fingers were giving me when a voice I knew entered the room. " Ben. Your boy is getting to be a real slut,". Malcolm smiled and continued, " Don't stop boys he is there to use." Eight hands lifted me off the sofa and my robe disappeared. I was. He especially loved to look down and see his cock sliding in and out of their sweet little mouths. Yes, that was quite a lovely sight.He got out of the shower and got dressed quickly, hoping to get out of the house without seeing the bitch again. He walked into the little kitchen, it was filthy again. The bitch wasn’t exactly an award-winning housekeeper. No, her only talent as far as he could see was screaming at him.“Well, look at that, dogshit walks.” He heard her voice from behind him.. This seemed like the break I needed. The ad seemed to have been written with me specifically in mind. This was one job I was certain I could get. Changing into my smartest outfit, I jumped in the car and headed into town for the address given in the paper. I was surprised that the place was located in such a tacky part of the city, but went inside anyway with my optimism still brimming.There was no receptionist, or any other of the usual professional trappings. The guy I was supposed to talk to.