..”Tim tuned out the rest of the announcement which was about the turmoil and tensions that had been building in Iran. He’d heard the important pa...t, namely that the Shah had fled the country. This first announcement didn’t include any suggestion about Ayatollah Khomeini returning to Iran from Paris.Thinking about the news, Tim finished painting the wall. It wasn’t good to run off with a wall half painted. He didn’t rush the job. One of the reasons that they made so much money flipping houses. I noticed he had his right hand over his crotch, but I couldn’t see any indication that the hand was more than just resting there. Still, as he passed me and drove on, I groped my own crotch a time or two. It was probably a pretty obvious signal, if he was checking out his rear view mirror.He edged past my car, but then stopped about fifteen yards further. I walked back to the passenger side of my car and leaning against the door I decided to pull my dick out and resume stroking it. I was. "'S not teasing, love. It's just a sample." She started pulling the scrub trousers up over my legs. When she got as high as she could over the cast, she stopped. She looked at me. "Scissors?" Yep! Snip 'em right up the seam so you can pull the pants all the way up."She complied. The result was something that wouldn't win fashion shows but met the requirements of modesty. I wasn't going to a four-star restaurant, I was going to a doctor's office. After she finished with the pants thing, she put. On the screen a selfie of Anton with a nice brown cock in his hand. I scrolled though his other photo’s, there were a couple of pussy pics, but most of them were Anton sucking, being sucked or with a cock deep in his arse. “Please Boss, don’t tell anybody about this,” Anton pleaded, one hand clutching the jeans pulled up to cover his stiffy and the other trying to grab his mobile back. I’d fancied this lad ever since he had arrived a year ago; in that year he had got cuter. A cheeky grin on his.