Tying an apron on over my uniform, I found our assistant manager, Dean, and asked what tables I’d be covering. Since I was the last waitress to repo...t for work, of course I got the worst section of tables where I could expect the fewest number of diners and the least amount in tips. Fuck it! Plastering a smile on my face I got to work. I made enough in tips to fill my car’s gas tank by closing time. That was something at least. I’d be able to get to work for tomorrow night’s shift. At least. "You almost can never put too much oyster sauce in it. Always use it generously." Mama Breen thanked her for the tip. Misti kissed her, again. "Thank You, Mama. You ALL are so kind to me."She shared the conversations she had had with her Father. They almost had all of their paperwork gathered, so it would be sent to them, soon. Mike had advised them to both go to the Embassy in Bangkok, and have them look at the paperwork, first. They could tell them if everything was good, or if anything. My goodness, honey, their cocks make yours look tiny by comparison.”Ed looked a little embarrassed as he responded, “I did enjoy seeing you with those boys, and my goodness, honey, their cocks are so big and meaty. I envied watching you stroke them that way. Tell me more about how their cum tasted.”I thought that Ed was maybe just a little too interested in the boy’s cocks and cum, but I replied, “Their cum is much thicker and creamier than yours, and it tasted salty and maybe just a little. Of course as girls dont have the physical attribute of boys, I assumed it had something to do with my own budding sexuality, and a quick touch between my legs, feeling the warmth and still sensuous tingling, encouraged me to linger and try to maintain, that feeling I had just experienced, so I began masturbating again, trying to imagine him again, but somehow it remained elusive.I got up and went to the bathroom, locked the door and put on the light. I looked at myself in the sink mirror,.