The words, however, did much more. They tugged at my heart, and for a man of twenty-two, that was monumental. It was his eyes: so clear, so steely gra.... It was his eyes: so purposeful, so masculine. I would have done anything, anything, any--"Anything," I said.He pulled me to his car and we traveled in silence, but he held my hand and calmed my beating heart.His home stood alone, shrouded by trees and shrubs that were positioned with strategy. An unusually high wall enclosed a small garden with. I'm not going to eat your pussy until you let me cum in your mouth. You only suck me for half a minute, and that isn't what a blow job is supposed to be. You need to suck me until I cum." I'll take that as a no then. This is the last time I'm calling you, Dave. Don't try to call me either." Goodbye Lisa. I'm sorry that you feel that way." I pressed the button on the phone, ending the call.At least she didn't get to hang up on me this time. I had been fairly sure she wouldn't agree to letting me. The rest of the week and over that last weekend we continued to refine my performance so that on Wednesday with just three days to Fi's party on Saturday night, Sarah declared that I was almost too good."If you were any better you would be too good to be believed. You can fix your hair and makeup, dance, walk, sit, and even eat like a girl. Without looking in your panties no one would suspect a thing. We need to decide which outfit you'll wear, hear me out."She motioned me to silence."I know. I sat with them and since it was nearing lunch they suggested we share a bottle of wine. A couple of glasses on and Pamela had her hand on mine to express a point and the conversation started to get quite intimate in their questions of me - primarily about consequences of my lifestyle. I had nothing to lose but to answer them honestly since they meant nothing to me and vice versa. Lunch was suggested and agreed upon and it was during the meal that I felt a hand on and off my knee in a caressing.