I knew that the Managers of these hotels “lived-in”, so I said,
“OK, give it a try and see if it works” and he disappeared over to the main building and came back about 10 minutes later with his decoder. xxx Salty,” he said as he teased more pre-cum from my aching tool. Probably neither, I thought. I ruled out boxer-shorts immediately but I began wondering whether he wore briefs or boxer-briefs. “You got a problem with your TV?” he said, rather chirpily. But I fought back and tried to grab the remote off him. When he came back from having a pee in the bathroom, I was idly going down the list of channels on the TV. I now had the remote in my hand and a hard-on straining inside my underwear.
