Natasha scrunched her eyebrows at the curious question, but was too far gone to think anything about it. “I’ve been told my hands are the best par...t of my body.” She stated, her voice husky with desire. Ben turned and looked at her hands suspended above her head. “They are very lovely.” Natasha laughed and jokingly waved her fingers at him as he walked closer with the scarf tightly in his hands. “Going to blindfold me now? Make me beg for you?” “Close your eyes and find out.” Natasha slowly. I had sold the family business and was going to work for the supermarket in the least responsible job they would give me after a lifetime of responsibility. 'What would you like to do first? Get some food and then deal with the 'homework' or the other way around' 'Let's do the work first then we can have a relaxing meal' was her reply.It took about an hour to plough through the question paper with a few references to the company manual that we had been given. 'Food time' I announced as we. One of the demons from the Vice Squad, ain't he?" Yeah. The bastard. Someone pimped about Princess Linda and he comes up to me an' says, 'Hear you've got some imported goods for sale, Mister Sutton." First I've heard of it, Sergeant, I told him." 'Don't get shy,' he says. 'Just put my name down for a special sale price, will you? I'm off duty tonight at eleven. I'll be there at midnight. I know where it is. Here's ten dollars'." Jesus, what could I do? So I says OK mate, but just for you, not. I went a bit closer and realised it was a lad in a footy top. He had one hand leaning against a tree and the other was pumping away at his dick. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was wearing 3/4 length trackies that were pulled down to just below his smooth hairless arse cheeks. I was determined to have a closer look, so I carefully crept round behind the trees until I was about 20 feet away. I could actually hear the slap slap slap of his hand on his cock, and I could hear his fast.