Whenever I look over at my Mister I blush and look away, he notices and it makes him smile. We sit at a corner table, like a booth, so I get to sit next to my Mister just out of sight of most of the busy restaurant.I know what I’m hungry for and it’s not the food. I crave my Mister’s uncut cock in my mouth, I crave his moans of pleasure and his thick cum on my tongue. I don’t tell him this, I just shyly look over to his l...