I donate to the odd charity collector, do the odd ticket raffle, and maybe hold open a door or two for people as I pass. Well, it is London, England a...ter all and a couple years in an office job somewhat dulls the senses and more often than not small acts of kindness are ignored or worse, treated with contempt. Maybe that day it was because it was the festive spirit taking over as we entered December of 2014, the Christmas songs playlist in my music player, or the very fitting Santa hat topping. He was going to get Natasha some more meat. Four guys he knew that no one would miss. Then he was gonna do the unthinkable.He was gonna put them in Natasha’s cage, one at a time while she was unleashed.John started calling people, while Natasha wrapped herself around his legs, seeking out his cock with her mouth. She'd slurp on it, and pull back. Holding it, looking up at it with wide happy eyes, and jacking it. Then she'd put the head in her mouth, and suck on it with greedy, happy noises.John. He must be a mind reader, for his hand circled over my pajamas and grazed my pussy. Oh my God! A hot flush charged through my body. It felt so good, I couldn’t say anything. After that, every time his hand reached the top of my thigh, his palm gently kneaded my pussy. It was so erotic. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting. Worried someone had noticed, I glanced over to check. They all had their eyes closed and the other masseurs had their backs to us. No one had seen a thing. Heart. " S-sure." Ben answered. "I ... uh ..." The man stroked Ben's faceaffectionately and left. Ben realized his cheek was soft and smooth, withno trace of the lazy stubble he'd grown in Cindy's apartment. The man'swarm touch had been ... pleasant.He looked at the cosmetics in alarm. He didn't know anything aboutapplying make-up. Gingerly, he sat in the little cushioned chair. Hetouched a couple of bottles in apprehension and lifted a small one withtan liquid inside.Ben came to his senses and.