Sarah smirks at you.
"You never could turn down free food. You'd better believe that I'm getting dessert tonight, though!"
You smile as she bounds away to get changed. You follow suit, dressing in Sarah's favorite suit, the charcoal gray number she got for you last month.
As you finish tying your tie, you almost run into Sarah. She's likewise wearing your favorite dress, the short black number that outlines every curve and bend in her body. You shake your head with a smile.
You arrive at the restaraunt five minutes before your reservation, but the table has already been cleared, so you are shown to your seat. It is in a booth, so you both slide in fairly close together.
The waiter, a dapper english gentleman, takes your drink order. He then leaves, and you suddenly feel Sarah's hand on your leg.
"What do you say?" she asks. "Want me to jerk you off?" |