The only way we could communicate with him was through a microphone that we could turn on and off as we pleased. Looking around more, you saw a few mo...re fun things. A built-in ice chest, with several bottles of champagne on ice. A small suitcase with the lid flipped open, filled with a bunch of clothes that are obviously for you! Next to the suitcase are two boxes with ribbons tied around them…one about a foot square, and the other one about the size of a shoebox. First, you start looking. I was tantalised by glimpses of a thick cock under his shorts when heexercised, a huge bulge in his pyjamas when he woke up in the mornings withan erection. I never missed an opportunity to gawk at his muscular bodywith its taut nipples whenever he took off his shirt. Like all Pakistani's,everyone modestly changed their clothes in privacy, so I never had thechance to see anything more of his body. Matin appeared oblivious of myfascination. We talked about everything else, but I was too much of. There I saw Candy for the first time. ****** Here we were. on our first night out to see what the women of a third world country were all about. I was in total awe, as the women caressed, sat in my lap and played with my perpetual erection. I was offered anything, for a price, but unfortunately my pay records had not followed me. I was broke, and willing to give up my heritage in a South Georgia farm just for a hug from one of these beautiful ladies. I had to sit there, nursing a beer (another. “No. None at all. Is what I’m wearing okay? Should I have put on a tie?”“No, you’re fine,” Constance said.“So, Arthur -- where’s home?”“New York -- Brooklyn to be precise. I have a townhome in the DUMBO section.”“DUMBO?” Adam asked.“It stands for Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass,” Constance explained.“What brings you here?” Adam asked.“Frankly -- to woo Constance.”“Kara said you two met on-line.”“Yes,” Constance said, “we were members of a dating site for seniors.”“I saw Constance’s.