I instantly blushed and looked at the mirror behind the bar trying to regain my composure. ‘I’m sorry, just got some things on my mind is all.’ ...e said a few minutes later. I turned slightly to look at him. He was smiling slightly and it gave me a sense that he was being honest. ‘My name is Samantha, how about you?’ I asked as I extended my hand to offer a hand shake. His hand reached out for mine and as soon as we touched it instantly sparked something deep inside me. His grip was strong,. It feels great to have as much of me inside your mouth as you can physically take, and before the tip of my dick leaves your mouth, I thrust up once more pushing you back down. You choke again as my dick forces its way back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. I can see that you're not enjoying it as much as me, so I stop, sliding my hands down the side of your face and onto your shoulders. I pull gently on the backs of your arms to entice you back up to me. As you begin moving up,. He checked for a pulse and found one. Then, he applied mouth to mouth to try to make me breathe! He was worried about me even though he hadn't yet put his dick inside me!His mouth to mouth was impossible to dismiss. I sputtered and continued to breathe, but now I was suddenly past my rigidity about keeping my maidenhead, and I awaited, somewhat resigned, for my 'lance' to delve inside me and make me a woman.Then, he didn't!I felt myself being awkwardly dressed again until Lance thought he had. I would watch as she put on the foundation, and eye shadows and liner (getting aroused knowing I would soon be doing the same thing). Then her mascara, rouge and finish off with her lipstick which was always perfectly matched to her outfits. Then she would slip into a slinky dress and put on her high heels. A final check in the mirror and a spritz of perfume and she would come to the living room for a drink with me. We would sit together and share a drink and talk of things from the week. Again.