I started making ”On a scale 1-5”-questions around sexual statements, for example...What's your opinion of having sex on the first date? 1. Never2...Hardly3. Maybe4. Probably5. NaturallyIt might sound silly but these type of questions actually worked. Suddenly I had multiple conversations going on at the same time. I also started to get detailed information about turn on's, turn off's, sexual toys, favorite positions etc. There was one lady from the conversations that stood out. Ingmarie, a. Steve introduced us as I continued to stare at his member. This didn't seem to bother Rick as he rotated on the seat so that he was facing me."I guess you're the unofficial bartender." Rick said directing his comment towards Steve."I guess so." Steve replied. "What can I get for you?"Rick ordered a Rum and Coke which was quickly placed in front of him. My staring must have been arousing, because his dick continued to harden."You can touch it if you like." he said to me.Looking at Steve for. "Figured that the perfect bottom needs to enjoy more than just getting fucked." He was clearly enjoying it almost as much as I was. As amazing as my orgasm had been, it was just that: an orgasm. I could have gotten that from fucking a girl. That did nothing for the burning in my asshole, the aching need for something to fill the space. After I spent a minute or so cleaning what little sperm escaped my mouth off of his cock, I felt him shove a couple of twenties into the waistband of my. I was spending the first-hour cleaning, organizing, and replacing the entire cafe shop.Then in the second hour, I was reading a book, this is my 10th time reading it. I couldn't get enough of it.In the third hour I was already done with it, 11 times I had read the same book. Just to impress her.Yes, I was reading a book just because I've seen my crush walking around with it.I'm not much of a book lover and being dyslexic didn't help either. even though I do work at a café shop that has a small.