.Anyway, I was seated in the dining room, and awaited the arrival of my server. With two minutes, Sarah arrived. Now, often, some servers tend to look... like other servers - kind of blending together. Sarah is a totally different story.Sarah greeted me with a great "welcome." I looked up to her face, and was smitten right out of the chute. Sara is (I found out later) is a 40 y/o single mom. 2 girls - ages 8 & 14. She's worked at this restaurant for 4 years. Normally a polished individual, I was. She tried again, "I need to talk to your son." She paused now. What was the little bastard's real name? "Derek."Still receiving no answer, she walked around the side of the house, looking for a back or side door. She hated this neighborhood. Constant Bay was becoming a lovely little cottage community, postcard pretty and tourist-friendly, at least down at the waterfront. But, up here in the wooded hills, it still showed its origins as a fishing village. Ramshackle little houses and rotting. I sensed the whiff of his expensive cologne in the air. He came around from behind & lightly tapped on my shoulders and asked if I had any issues with anyone…if people were co-operative..etc. I was replying to his questions. He began saying how he was sure that I had a lot of potential in me & he would like me to reach greater heights in the company. Suddenly he stooped down & reached back behind my ears so near that that I felt his breath on my ears. He gently whispered “Doyou understand?”.His. . simply repeat everything that Bob had just done.I pulled up my underpants and lay on my side facing Bob.Softly I touched his chest ... "Want to play find the worm?" I whispered into his ear.Repeating almost every move Bob had made on my body - pinching his nipples, caressing his stomach, legs and thighs, running my fingertips over and up and down his hard swollen cock through his cotton underwear - I played the game as best I could and he seemed to respond exactly as I had except that he did.