Call him 'sir' if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her everywhere, and the Maître d' was again watching her. Because it was not the centre of t...e restaurant, and because she was at her familiar station it was not so bad, but this young man was embarrassingly persistent in trying to chat to her."Do you have days off here?" he asked."Why does that concern you, sir?" Because I don't want to have lunch or dinner here without my favourite waitress to serve me." All of our staff are well. Her beautiful breasts were right in front of me for my viewing pleasure. I was getting a ton of peeks at her breasts and she kept catching me peeking. She would just smile. I am sure she could see the bulge in my shorts because I caught her peeking as well. I was only wearing some light gym shorts and my cock is rather large.Well after we had finished the flower garden work she asked me in for something cold to drink. She asked if I wanted a beer and I said “Sure.” She sat down at the table. All the other pics on my profile did not show my face clearly and I wasalways wearing a wig and lots of make-up too. Oh god, what could I do.Laughing he then should me my profile biography. Were he had revealed myreal name, work place, wifes name, and all my phone numbers."No no no," I cried, "you said you wouldnt do that." Calm down David," he smiled. "If you do one more thing for me I willremove them all and change your password back too." What?" I pleaded, "what?" Well to be honest you. Mr. Marcello, I can do anything you want with computers. I can deliver messages. I can collect or deliver envelopes or boxes. I can consult. But the muscle stuff? I would dishonor Don Joseph’s memory by doing that. And honor is everything.”He chuckled, “You sure you don’t have Sicilian blood in you?”“I may be German-Irish, but I listen and learn. And I know the value of duty, honor, and keeping my word. I’m flattered you would trust me that way.”“OK, kid. Theo will be in touch. If you change.