She slammed her foot on the brake and braced herself as the car skidded forward. Miraculously, it halted without hitting anything. Breathing heavily, ...eren wiped sweat from her brow. The gates, inches from her front bumper, were huge ornately-twisted iron things, rusty with age. They had to be guarding some grand stately home but, oddly, there was no sweeping driveway on the other side. Mature woodland grew right up to the metal, clawing at the fretwork as if trying to escape. Lightning. They were absolutely pointed."It's great. So many nice guys. You wouldn't believe it." Yes I would," I said, stroking her bare thigh. "You're awful pretty, you know?"She giggled. "Really. You think so, honest?" Well," I said, smiling at her as we left the parking lot, "How about cute? You are awfully cute and I'd love to make out with you, make love to you, whatever you want to call it." Oh Billy, don't say things like that. I'd not allowed to go out with boys." She sniffed. "I've done it with. Then I said to her "anything to ask slut?" she looked at me, she knew what was asked for but she had never said it before but the need was too much..."please sir"I said that I would take her back to her place. She rose slowly and unsteadily from the table and I directed her out of the restaurant. I guided her to my car my hand gently in the small of her back as we walked. Suddenly I grabbed her arm and with my back to the wall pulled her towards me and with the other hand squeezed her hard. "... a blowjob."This story had produced a big bulge in my jeans, and I had to adjust my position slightly to relieve the pressure of my erection on my jeans. After a few seconds of silence Vicky spoke. "Boy, Connie, you like to live dangerously. I would never do that."I found this whole conversation hard to believe. Were there really guys like Stan and Steve who's idea of a date was to ask a girl back to their room for strip poker that ended in sexual "favors?" Did this technique really work?.