I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee. “Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”I answered affirmativel..., but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things. He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would. He immediately follows her off the floor, and you come to me to get your drink and kiss me passionately. You ask how I enjoyed the show but, before I can answer, you grab my cock and realize I am completely hard.You say you already know the answer. We finish our drinks and head back out on the floor, but we both know you are ready to get fucked. Between the drinks and all our flirting all night, and then the random make out with the anonymous couple on the floor, you can't take much more. ”As I watched John go up for his third plateful, I laughed to myself that this restaurant won’t be making any profit on John. When he sat down with his third plateful, he began to ask me some questions.“David, am I doing OK so far?”“You’re doing just fine John,”“Are we going to stay the night, or head home when we have finished our visits?”“We’ll head back home,” I tell him. He smiles. I’m sure that was the answer he was hoping for. “Now, I’ve got a question for you. What present are you going. Back then the main social media was Myspace , it was all the rave and one horny night on the computer I stumbled upon the page of an older man in his late fifties who happened to live in the same town as me. The man had his orientation listed as gay and me being a horny teenager bravely decided to message him and explain my situation. Well looking back I guess it was no surprise that he happy agreed to be the first man to ever lay hands on me. After weeks of messaging and me stalling I finally.