At one point he caught my eye, moved his hands to his crotch and mimed unzipping his jeans, silently asking permission.
"Eww, no." God, I really didn't want to see that mess. He seemed to take the news pretty well, but I wondered if that was going to be part of the deal. Was I going to have to watch these guys jack off in order to turn a profit? Because getting my toes licked was one thing, but being in proximity to strange jizz was an entirely different thing.