“Excuse me, Sir?”
The male’s beautiful black eyes meet mine and he lowers his gaze, somewhat embarrassed. He backs off slowly, leaving the female alone.
“I am not getting paid to watch your sexual performances.” I continue in a parental tone. “Besides, we’re not in a bar or at a party here.”
He walks up to me and sits down, waiting for commands.
“I know it is hard to be a good foofoo and not hump...