At some point midway through the evening one of our group, a younger guy several years my junior, offered me a taste of his drink. It was very tasty s... when he insisted I have just one I agreed. Everyone was dancing and after he bought me the drink we decided to dance also. When we returned to our table, after a couple of dances, someone had bought me another drink. Not wanting to be rude, and not feeling any effects of the first drink, I drank it. As soon as I finished that one I began to get. I had to; those fucking perfect Levis, skin-tight 501s! He was back into his phone… and his cock was larger! I’d assumed he was hugely hard before, but no; he’d definitely grown. And again he’d caught me looking! I blushed anew, looked down at the floor… but had to look again. I tried to make it a casual passing glance, but he was watching me, and when I looked he moved his hand to his crotch, and my eyes, against my will, followed. He traced the outline of his thick cock, intentionally teasing. His job sounded like it was invented by someone to fill a need that no body knew existed simply because it was a need that no body had. He explained that he was looking for someone to be a personal assistant for him and that if I was interested I could get in touch with him. Normally I would ignore such a message but after 2 months of unemployment the cupboards were beginning to look a little bare and a quick search online found him to be legitimate. I returned his message and inquired further. .." said Crystal."Not only is it no trouble, but I absolutely insist." What about our luggage?" said Andrea, who was never content unless everything was properly organised."I can go back and fetch all that," I volunteered."If you could?" Crystal pleaded in a way that left me no space to change my mind.It took me less than an hour to drive back from Newport to Providence and as always I was grateful for America's wide roads and relatively good drivers. As a Brit, I was often bemused by signs.