"Em, a, hello. Is this the right number for the advertisement for a live in housekeeper," the caller asked hesitantly?"Yes," Bill answered. "I am look...ing for a live in house keeper that can also cook."Bill could hear a lot of noise in the background. It sounded like the girl was calling from a gymnasium or something. And it did sound like a girl."Well, ah, I would like to apply for the job," the caller said. She still sounded hesitant."OK, do you have experience keeping house or cooking," Bill. After he got here, Sean spent half an hour trying to get me to tell him who Yann was seeing now." Really?" Why would Yann have jumped off a stud like Sean to spend his time with an old guy like me?I didn't have time to contemplate the question. The kitchen door burst open and a still pantsless Yann pulled Sean in."Tell him." Yann demanded.Sean glared at him, then turned to me. "Two days ago, Yanny calls me and tells me 'e doesn't want to see me anymore." I hadn't noticed it before, but Sean had. I was a bit famous, or should I say, well known back home, so there was no place to hide. That had taken its toll to my sex life and difficulties getting it up, or keeping it up, so that I had almost given it up altogether. I have had a great sex life previously, before all the stress and I wasn’t shy back then, trying out some kinks and other things previously with my wife. Probably I did not have sex for at least a year or longer, before this trip, so I was pleasantly taken back that it had. Unlike the video I watched, the men had taken their shoes and socks off before entering the room and were casually undressing themselves before starting. When the two men finally took off their boxer-briefs and freed their limp cocks, I drew in a sharp breath that received a 'oh no you don't' glare' from Jeff. The slim guy had the longer dick, he was stroking it with both of his ghastly hands and the cafe au lait head was protruding out of his two closed fists. The bulkier guy had a shorter.