?What let me go, ow!? I cry out. As one guard leads me to a room, and the other guard collects my stuff, and I get led to a plain room, with a table, ...nd a couple of chairs. Two closed doors also in the room. The guard pushes me down, I try to protest, but he doesn’t reply. Leaving me there, locking the door behind. Time passes, I think, wondering what is going to happen to me. Never had used drugs, never has even seen drugs before, or known anyone who uses. I don’t believe it, they must be. Underlying that was something else, something funkier that set my mouth to watering, because I knew it had to have come from his hidden places, his crack where the cheeks of his ass rubbed together providing a delightful friction, that spot between his balls and his thigh, or the superheated patch of sticky flesh between his scrotum and fun hole. Just thinking about those places caused my dick to harden, and because I was wearing nylon basketball shorts, it became obvious to the world that. " "Oh, god, Martin, that's hardly relevant," she said blushing. "Well, dear, he told me if you ever agreed, he wanted his name on the candidates' list." "I'm afraid it was just guy-talk, Alyssa, please don't take offense," I hastily added. "Oh, no, he does keep bringing it up, it does bother him I know and, well, you seem to give such good advice…" "Well, it's odd, I did have a client, a couple who had a similar problem, he told me about it once, what they had done about it. Ended up they did. While he walked around the table I couldn’t help but eye his trousers around his crotch. Something interesting caught my attention during my glance. I wasn’t sure with the dim lighting in the restaurant however, I thought I detected a very visible bulge in his finely pressed trousers. When Jay came to me to take my drink order I pretended to look at my drink list and went back to looking at his crotch. Jay was standing quite close to me so it made the discovery and confirmation very easy. I now.