” They got another round of drinks and my wife said “Crap, I cant get back on the interstate now, I am way too buzzed”. They ended up paying t...e tab and my wife suggested that they go sit in the car for a while.They went and got into the front seat of his car and kept talking. He then asked her if she would blow him or give him a hand job. She laughed and said “No”. This went on for quite some time. He kept asking her for a blow job and she kept refusing. But of course, she stayed in the. We tried it a few times, and she wasn’t bad at making up stories, but not brilliant, either. I encouraged her to be more imaginative, and really push the boat out. I wanted her to get extreme. She was a little disappointed that she wasn’t pleasing me as much as I wanted and promised she would break out of her shell. She vowed to find her inner slut and blow my mind.The following weekend, I was working late and didn’t get home until after midnight. I was tired, so I showered and went to bed. She. People were friendly. I liked my job a lot so far. Time for lunch with my other boss!An hour or so later, Samantha and I were finishing up lunch in a finerestaurant surrounded by tables filled with stylish women. She openedher purse and took out her lipstick and compact. She smiled at me andcarefully began to do her lips in a dusty rose color that looked verynice on her. But then everything probably did. She was that beautiful.I was wearing a blue pinstriped suit, white shirt, and. She came to this bar every night around the same time, and every night she looked woefully out of place in her delicate blouses, shapely business suits, and long legs perfectly complimented by expensive black heels. She ordered a scotch and soda religiously, to the point the bartender, Sonny, had it waiting for her when her bottom, firm and beckoning, finally sashayed its way to her bar stool. She spoke to no one, save the occasional quips that occur between bartender and familiar patron as.