Soon. I’m speaking to Andrew, our manager, on the phone about an order. He’s young and I’ve always thought that he was attractive. He has black...hair, bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He is tall – about 5’9′ – which makes my knees melt. Unfortunately he’s married, but I can’t help but get nervous before I say anything to him. Andrew asks me to fax off the order so I take a walk to the photocopier on the other end of the floor, this time walking the rectangular path. Something about him. I hope you do too. We have been passionately involved but a short time. We want to do something to cement our connection. The sex is great. Sometimes I can make you come with just a touch. You come over and over and you’re so beautiful. I’m proud I can last hours for you. I’m only sorry our passionate nights sometimes leave us without a lot of sleep. Passion makes us wonder. Do we really have anything beyond our wonderful physical connection? We want to know each other better. We want to try. I feel a hand begin to stroke my rod. I sit back as she takes her desires out of my trousers, and into her mouth. Her small mouth and lips could barely wrap the girth and length that my penis carried. Growing up, I had always heard stories about my families “genes” and how were blessed underneath the “jeans”. My confidence continued to grow As the strokes got faster and my shaft got wetter. I couldn’t help but think of Erin who was in the back seat alone, no doubt hearing the accompanying. But they were apparently for special occasions. Mixed drinks weren't on the menu. I was grateful for that. We wouldn't have to worry about taking exotic drink orders. Not that the average customer in this redneck bar would be ordering anything that might come with an umbrella in it.We soon learned that the minuses outweighed the pluses. Phil stressed the fact that his customers were his friends and we weren't to do anything to upset them. For instance, if one of his customers were to place a.