A lady is feeling a bit down in the dumps and decides to treat herself to a meal at the Ritz. She manages to get a table that very night and enjoys a delicious meal on her own, nothing too extravagant but nice all the same.

The head waiter brings the bill and she's horrified to see the total: $150! She didn't expect this at all and asks the waiter, "Would you mind holding my breasts while I write the check please?"

The head waiter is taken aback. In all his years in the job he's never been asked that before, but always eager to please the customer, he obliges.

She gets up to leave and the waiter is still perplexed. His curiosity gets the better of him and he catches up with her at the door, "I'm sorry to bother you Miss, but I'd like to know why you asked me to do that just now."

"Oh it's quite simple, really," she replies. "I love to have my breasts held when I'm being screwed."