. um . . . I mean if you're . . . um . . . happy . . . if it's what . . ."He held out his palms."I'm not judging," he said.Oh dear. John knew he was m...aking a hash of it and tried to rally."I mean, if you look at it a certain way, I do the same thing with the people I go and visit," he said. "We're both giving people a bit of company. Only I don't have to do the . . . uh . . . physical side of things . . ."John ran aground."I'm trivialising it, aren't I? It's not the same at all. I'm not forced. “Do you have a job?” One more nod. “Where?”This one required a verbal response so she swallowed first, “At Mickie-D’s running the counter.”Barry took a sip of his cocktail, “You might be the kind of personal assistant I’ve been looking for. My current one is getting married soon so I’ll lose her. Do you have a passport?”“Why would I need one?”“Because I travel all over the world. Do you speak any other languages?”“I’ve learned a bit of Spanish. Is that good?”He nodded, deep in thought. “Because. “Really? You’d do that?” I guess I would. “Yes. But…I have to be honest…I don’t have much to go on. I have one picture of you. If we’re talking erotic literature, there’s going to be some sex going on, or at least some nudity. Something. Something beyond my limited set of facts. I don’t know what you look like, for example, except for your face and hair. Both lovely. But everything else I write…I’ll be making it up. Speculating. I don’t want to get it wrong and offend you.” “You won’t offend. Now i was getting horny as fuck. I had shaved out the other day so my cock shaft and balls were smooth and sweaty. Love the feeling of my sweaty balls sticking to the inside of my leg or my cock shaft. I opened up the laptop went to xhamster and started to watch some of the clips I had been saving from other profiles. I was still tired but it was that nice tired that feels great when you are horny. My tits were getting harder and harder as played with them. My cock and balls were nice and.