"So are you ready to begin?" she asked."Why not," I replied."I haven't seen your show, but I have heard a lot about it. How much of it was staged?" sh...e asked."To the best of my knowledge none of it?" I said."There were obviously people who died during the filming." she said.I gave her a hard look. It appeared as thought the barbie doll look alike had plans to screw me. I suddenly realized that I didn't care whether the TV show survived or not. It was going to be personal between the two of us.. Manners mattered. Servers in service industries were people trying to make a living, and deserved respect. They weren’t slaves.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. Simple 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. But just before the latter stopped kissing me, he resumed his animalistic humping, and I let out more pained screams of pleasure as I jerked my cock again. Over and over he pumped in and out, and I could feel my cock swelling as I started to feel my cum building up inside me again.“Oh fuck, I’m getting closer!” I yelled. Rick took his hands from my ankles and wrenched my nipples again, sending sensual shock to my genitals. Beside me, Chuck lunged and planted his left armpit over my face. My. They taught me I would die if I did not ask her again. But also that I might really die if she refused once more. Yes, I had fallen in love with Aimee. And no, she did not turn me down the next time. We saw a movie (well, I guess she saw more of it than I did). Then we had a few drinks and some supper. It all seemed wrapped up in a pink haze. But when I conjured up all my courage to kiss her, she offered me her perfect cheek.No need to bore you with the tediousness of our courtship. We dated.