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From time to time, a tired flight attendant would grab a bunch of men and tell them to massage their legs. They did not discriminate, it didn't matter if you flew first class, business class or economy. Everyone could be picked by them. Not all men were happy with this. Some would stand proudly and shout "How dare you?! Do you know who I am?" but most would do the job without complaints. Some loved it so much that they dod much more than the girl asked them to.

Description
From time to time, a tired flight attendant would grab a bunch of men and tell them to massage their legs. They did not discriminate, it didn't matter if you flew first class, business class or economy. Everyone could be picked by them. Not all men were happy with this. Some would stand proudly and shout "How dare you?! Do you know who I am?" but most would do the job without complaints. Some loved it so much that they dod much more than the girl asked them to.