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Natasha came up and, with a decisive movement, took off the victim's underpants, instead throwing a towel on them, and showed me how to rub, drawing my attention to the legs and right hand, the fingers of which were completely white. I energetically set to work, and after a few minutes, my fingers were no longer white and my body turned pink. With my sudden movements, the towel shifted several times. I corrected it, trying not to look at what was under it, but from time to time, my eyes stopped on the towel, and a picture appeared before my eyes, which I saw for only a few moments until Natasha threw the towel on. The man opened his eyes and said something. I wrapped him in our blankets and Natasha's fur coat. Natasha began to give him medicines and tea at his leisure. Escort Services: Dating and Sex Late in the evening, having finally finished with all the troubles, we lay down in my room on the bed. Excited by the event, I could not sleep at all. Pictures came to mind, inspired by the sight of the body of a naked man. Our decision with Natasha to avoid men was one I endured quite easily. The prostitute, Natasha, had a harder time. She got used to regularly satisfying her passion, and here at a remote weather station, we were alone for a long time. One day, bad weather brought a group of tourists to our station. They spent the night in our control room, and the next day they went on sex service. After they left, we found an abandoned Danish magazine and three photographs enclosed in it. The magazinewas left, of course, not by chance but deliberately, in order to embarrass two lonely girls. Natasha looked at the pictures with a certain understanding of what was depicted there.