“Do you think that you could get away and go to San Francisco for the week?” he asked. “What?” I said, thunderstruck. He explained that he had...received a call late last night from a prominent, national photography studio that was willing to pay the periodical where I worked a large stipend to “rent” my photography skills for the week, but that I had to leave today. He said the studio told him that they had been following my work on-line and I had just the skills the they needed for a major. Looked at critically, the staging and production were mediocre, the acting was broad and unsubtle -- but you don't do things subtly with three and four and five year olds; it has to be kept pretty straightforward. From that viewpoint, it was well done; it held his interest, to see just how well done it was with its fairly simple approach -- but the show itself would be boring to him once he got past that. Nevertheless, the boys seemed to be enjoying it. Had Julie ever seen this? Maybe, probably. I asked if he minded if I removed my heels and he said no and please make yourself comfortable. I explained my hard day of work being on my feet all day to which he replied that he’d be happy to massage my feet. I rested them between his legs and he kneaded away my tension. I relaxed back into the booth seat as I watched him focusing on pleasing me. Then he moved my feet ever so slightly and I could feel an enormously awesome bulge of his pants. I met his eyes and provocatively inquired if. “I will be right back.” She left the room but returned in a minute or so still completely naked.She had a tube of something in her hand and put some of what was in it in the other hand and began rubbing it all over my dick. “If you are going to play with that thing, you need some moisturizer of some kind. This is a lubricant that will make it feel better for you.” She continued rubbing it on my dick and occasionally would dab a finger up my ass very lightly.“There, now why don't you try pulling.