I didn’t know wen she came back and called my name amay. I said ssorry to her for that and came to the hall with cup of coffees . She was watching m...e in a naughty way I understood that she is also hungry for sex,then my mom interrupted both of us then she got busy with my mom but she was watching tent in my pant.Next day my family went to karnatak to attend a wedding and mom told neha bhabhi to take care of me and also by luck neha’s husband also gone on a tour for 2 weeks. We were alone for a. Except on this one day. Usually I would find some hand jobs being administered maybe an occasional blow job. I of course would try my hand at all of these as I had become quite enamored with man to man sex...to this point anyways. On this particular day when I entered the theater, I walked in and stood next to the wall until my eyes could adjust. There was an older man next to me and when I could finally see the entire theater I saw that we were not alone. There were about 8 other men in there. I told him to pull his cock out, and play to while we waited, it was at least ten minutes until the knock on the door. Andy moved to the bed out of site of the door because he didn't want to be seen by a coworker. I opened the door, zipper still down and took the beers to a smile on the delivery guys face who had looked down and saw my head peaking out, signed the slip giving him a 5 euro tip and a return "knowing" smile. I turned to Andy as he looked out the window to see who the delivery. It was on three times a week and employed four writers plus a script editor who made sure the storylines were kept going and jelled together. Once a month there was a story conference held in the London headquarters of the TV production company. The writers and producers gathered together to kick ideas around and decide who was going to be responsible for a particular story line. The trip was always welcome as Paul spent nearly all his time at home, locked away in a small study, trying to find.