Are you trying to put me out of a job?" I glanced over and saw the hanging tube. It'd made a puddle on the floor."Sorry." I said and was startled by t...e sound of my voice. It was raspy and croaky but it was definitely a few octaves higher. It hurt some, but not too bad."I'll let it slide this one time." she chuckled walking over and clipping off the flow in the tube. She checked my arm where the needle had been, and pulled a band-aid from her pocket.As she put it on my arm, she said, "You have. She gave me her first blow job one October Saturday after noon in 1989. We had kissed quite a bit all day and I even licked and fingered her virgin clitoris during the course of the day. By night fall we drove back to her parents house and parked in their dark drive way. We began to kiss pretty hot and heavy. It was then when she reached for my cocked and began to jerk me off with my pants sill on.I quickly pulled down my pants and released my cock. I was as hard as a rock and from all the. I figure it’s safe to call now. “So how’s your day going girl?” “Good, getting a lot done. I was a bit behind, what with this constant distraction in my life!” I can feel her smile through the phone. “Are you driving right now?” “Yep, just running an errand and thought how I’d love to hear your sexy voice. I hope you don’t mind.” “Not at all, I enjoy an interruption like this! How’s your day going so far?” “It’s good. I’m about to have another meeting that I’m a bit anxious about but I’m sure. As the hostess leads us back to our booth I see a man sitting at a table take you in, his eyes sweeping up and down your body. As we pass the table, the woman he is with leans forward toward him. "Bob? B--o--b!" She drags the name out, trying to get his attention, but then turns to see what he is looking at so raptly. Now I see her eyes take you in, but instead of appreciation, they spit daggers at you. But you ignore it all, always the cool, sophisticated and urbane young woman."Did you see.