Later I realized, if the pleasant aroma could come in, so could the cold. Through the thin walls I could hear Hazel taking a shower and we seemed to l...ave for work at roughly the same time. We only spoke pleasantries and did not develop any further kind of acquaintance. On rare occasions I crossed paths with Matty, who looked as fearful of me as ever. She never once returned my ‘Hi’. The other tenants kept to themselves. I wished whoever watched me in the hall would testify I was polite to. She bobbed her head up and down slowly. She sucked ever so slightly, he moaned with pleasure. Wrapping her hand around him, she flicked the tip of his swollen hard cock with the very tip of her tongue. She felt his hips writhe, clearly needing more. She ran her hand tightly, up and down, faster until he emitted a deep groan, then once again took all of him deep in her throat. Sucking him as hard as she could, he was as close to the edge as he could stand, she looked up at him one eyebrow. After few days, I got a call from Ms Yogini and reminded me of her last call. I didn’t take long to recognize her sweet voice and appealing tone. She said that she came to know about me and my designation. And, requested if she could meet me. I accepted her request and invited her in one of the fine restaurant in King’s Way. She was punctual and was already at the designated location. She stood up and greeted as I approached near to her. We ordered a mushroom soup as it was quite chilling. Plus, I still had another one of their friends to take on. Just the thought of it made me shiver inside with anticipation. I imagined for a moment that there were tons more old men from the neighborhood all lined up outside waiting their turn to fuck me in all my holes. My reverie was broken when I heard Ben and Grandpa talking to each other in hushed tones. This made me suspicious, and I concentrated hard to hear them."Shall we get her ready now? Where is it?" Right there on the workbench..