After a 30 minute break, we went back to the shoot. Kristy and I had reloaded our cameras and were ready for the next session.We were snappping photos...as Julian was slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I was getting more aroused by the minute. He was now in his underwear which was a pair of tightie whitie briefs. He did this pose where he lets the bed sheet partially cover his underwear-clad body. I thought to myself, Oh what a tease!"Could you lay on your back and softly touch. I looked down and my jeans had a huge dark spot right where you would expect.My skin was burning with humiliation but it was about to get worse. In keeping with my instructions I walked around the store trying to find a male employee. Female restocking cheese, nope. Woman helping customers up front, nope. Girl at the deli counter, nope. What the fuck? Doesn't this stupid store have any guys working?Finally I found a guy stocking fruit in the vegetable area. "Excuse me,” I said as I bit my lip. Henry could sense that I was getting excited by the thoughts of it happening. While we were sitting at the dinner table talking and enjoying some beers, he started rubbing my cock over my shorts. Since I was already hard, he stood me up and cleared away the bottles off the table and told me to sit up on the table. He undid my zipper and pulled my cock out of hiding. He told me to lay down on the table as be pulled me by the legs closer to him as if I was his main course. He started kissing my. "I freshened up quickly, not sure where this was headed. I might just get some tonight I thought to myself as I washed up and headed out. But, I don't ever assume anything. In a few minutes I found myself at the bar and we said hello, shared some wine and began talking. As we chatted, she moved closer to me and there was more contact: a touch, a pat, and a couple of times when we were laughing over something she would lean into me as if hugging. Still there was nothing firm. Nothing that said.