It was the best paying summer job I could ask for "Yes, Its a deal then." I replied without showing my excitement. "Thats great. But I will need to au...dition you to see if you are good enough because the customers will be playing a lot of money and they need the best of exotic services I can provide them which." "Sure, What type of audition would you like to conduct?" I asked him. "An Exotic Massage" he told me. I agreed.. He then asked me a few questions like 'How old was I?' I was 19. 'How big. ’ ‘Good,’ she replied, ‘I was hoping not.’ By that time she had sidled up next to him, as close as they could be without touching. It was time, he knew, and she was going to make him make it happen. ‘Do you want a drink?’ he asked. ‘Maybe later, not now.’ ‘Do you want to see what I picked out for music?’ She leaned even closer, leaning against him. Jim thought he could feel her braless breasts pressing against him. What did it matter? Soon he would have them in his hands. Her perfume smelled. I had the same view as Chris had and I felt my cock begin to harden as my wife sat there, her legs sightly parted, flashing her pantie clad pussy at us. I could also see Chris trying not to look but I knew he was fighting a losing battle and I was sure his cock was as hard as mine. After a couple of minutes, I winked across at Hazel and said. “I think you're getting Chris excited love. I've told you before about flashing your pussy at my friends. I think you'd better come over here and sort it. ”“I know,” I replied, “but my mom told me after I finished with the breakfast dishes, that she was going to tell Mary it was her job after dinner, because she and Dorothy Jean hadn’t done a thing but laze around since Friday night.”Lynette laid her head on my shoulder as we simply cuddled on the end of the couch. Neither of us could see the TV from our vantage point and right then, I really didn’t care if I watched 60 Minutes or any show that might have come on.“I still feel bad about not.