"... 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?. " The woman laughed andreplied, "Right, that's the one. Not only will you be helping preparethe demonstrations, but you'll also be acting as scenery excitement. You know,adding some dazzle to the props, sort of like the models on game shows, you'sell the steak'", the woman explained and gestured with her hands, mimickingthe flash of a camera. "Normally we use the same girl for this, but ournormal model, Caroline over there," Annette waved towards the receptionist, "hurther ankle recently and. She cried out in surprise when his left arm encircled her waist. A moment later, his right hand slipped expertly beneath her panties. Iris sucked in a broken gasp when his fingers found her swollen clit.“Is that helping, babe?” Blake whispered in her ear before suckling her earlobe.“Oh yeah,” she answered. A shiver rippled through her when he kissed her neck.Iris looked into the mirror in front of her and moaned. The sight of Blake’s muscled arms holding her was incredible. He continued to. Her arms were stretched out and her right wrist was laying on the cuff, waiting to be restrained. She was wearing a blindfold and as I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her lying naked and vulnerable, I didn't make a sound. I knew she had heard my footsteps because she was slightly twitching her head to hear any sounds I made.As I stood there, I quietly took my shirt off, one button at a time and then my pants, trying to not make any noise, but the sounds of the belt sliding out of my.