Opening my mouth real wide for those fries and coleslaw. Hey I see the waiter bringing fat fried chicken! Bet he's turned on by that big wide mouth of mine and my hefty appetite.
Quietly squeezing and fondling his bulge, in the alley on a dark night, and confirming his identity. Bulges are as good an identification as fingerprints.
Respecting his need for focused, uninterrupted work time. So I'll go have myself some focused, uninterrupted solo time. Which then results in his interrupted work time. Hey, I was obeying his request!