Once I saw Mandhira aunty glancing down at my crotch but didn’t say anything.I pressed my thighs together to conceal my hard on cock but I was not s...ccessful. I finished my dinner quickly and said, “Aunty, I am tired of the train journey and I will go to sleep early.”“Ok Rajesh, you can sleep in the guest room. I have kept water on the side table if you need anything I will be in the next room, just call me, Goodnight,” Mandhira aunty said and began cleaning the table.I rushed to the guest room. The excitement I feel when I'm with Scotty is special. I never experience that excitement when I'm with another man, but there's another kind of excitement that I do enjoy when I'm with another man.” “Tell me.” “I love being a slut.” “And I love being married to a slut. At the Polynesian Lounge I love watching Ginger walk out to the parking lot with a guy she just met. At a party, not a sex party, but a social party, seeing her meet a guy, flirt with him and then disappear upstairs or out into. .So I’m feeling pretty confident with my body these days and this add for the ‘Exhibitionist Waiter’ sounds like it could be interesting and I won’t knock back the money.I replied to the add with some of my favourite self pics of me in my speedos and jeans and some of me in my speedos and bike pants - always with a nice hard on. I received a reply within a couple of hours outlining my ‘duties’ if I was to accept the position. The guy who placed the add - Kyle - explained to me that he was. He almost spit out a mouthful of orange juice when he saw me starring at him. I didn’t realize I was sitting up until then. He wasn’t too startled though, I think maybe he knew I was awake all along. He half-heartedly covered with a dish towel and apologized for forgetting anyone was downstairs. He didn’t really try to cover anything though as he walked right past me again to go up the stairs. My brain was just fog, thick pink fog, possibly there were some dancing hearts in my vision as well,.