He admitted there was a fine line between being a demanding customer and being an asshole. One way to keep from crossing that line was to be polite. S...mple words like ‘please, thank you, you’re welcome, and excuse me’ went far to keeping one on the correct side of that invisible line. Compliments were always appreciated.A good customer recognized when a server was extremely busy, and would wait patiently for service, at least to a point. It was a balancing act, and people made errors.. Without her saying a word, we knew this moment was about her having her third orgasm in twelve hours. And that she did, as I patiently and energetically played with her pussy and clit, tits and nipples, moving my mouth and hands between them all and finally settling in on flicking her hard clit with my tongue while I reached up a squeezed her nipples with my fingers. Laying like this--my head between her thighs, mouth savoring her delicious pussy, hands on her small, firm tits and big, hard. . probably nearly two years now," I stated thinking about it."So no one else in all that time?" Nope, nadda ... nothing," I confirmed sheepishly. "Just me and my hand," I freely admitted, though blushing even as I said that, though somewhat relieved to see the accepted expression on her face. After all, she had as much admitted the same to me earlier herself anyway.May sighed, looking at me. "We need to do something about that," she informed me."Like what? Take out an ad in the yellow pages? I. " Shit, sorry... I didn't realise you were seeing anyone." He offered his condolences, then headed for bed, leaving Marcus to it. Marcus came back with a cup of tea for her, which she took after his second attempt to urge her to it, and then he sat down."Sho'... this isn't a break-up." He told her, quietly. "I've seen you through a few of those, this is... this is something else. What's going on?" I... could... I need a shower, Marcus, would that be a problem?" Um... no, I suppose not..." he.