“Suck my cock. Suck it!” he screamed, writhing, and within minutes, filled her mouth with his load, then collapsed back in his chair, panting, whi...e Sarah licked the remnants of his cream that dribbled from her lips and down her chin. Angelo was turned on by my description and I loved seeing the big bulge in his red bikini underwear, loved how my words excited him, loved the power my words had. “Do your girlfriends give you blow jobs like that?” “Yes, but Sarah seems like she's trying to lure. "He chuckled; I could hear dark amusement in his voice. "Sounds kinda like a date. Are you sure you—" Look, shut up, do you want to or not," I asked, feeling panic's hot tendrils flailing at me."Fine," he said. "Fine. I'll be by to pick you up in twenty minutes."Whew! "Great!" I said. "See you then." And then hung up.And then felt the situation settle around me like a wet blanket. Had I just gotten out of one stupid situation, only to step into another one?Out of the frying pan, right?Great.Sa. Here goes nothing. I slid it off my shoulders and it fell to my feet. I stood in front of him wearing not much. His eyes explored me, examined my curves. I'm nowhere near skinny like his ex-girlfriend. But we did have something else in common. His eyes focused in on my over developed chest. I reached back and unhooked my bra. It fell to the floor. His grin grew. The only sound besides my nervous breathing was the air duct. Awkwardly, I pushed down my thong. I stood back up in front of him. George fished through a set of keys before finding the one that fit the padlock on the boathouse door, but then quickly opened it and stepped inside, turning on the lights as he did so. Laura followed him through the doorway, and then gasped in amazement as she saw a beautiful thirty foot sloop displayed in the dim light, its mast extending up and out of a hole in the roof that had been made for that purpose. The boat was white above the waterline, blue below, and had a trunk cabin raised at.