"Can you give me a blowjob?"

I ask, hoping that she will say yes.

Millie just looks at me for a while, and her facial expression slowly changes, and she takes her hand off my arm, saying:

"Matt, what did I teach you in the car about asking women for blowjobs?"

I give myself a massive kick in the derrière mentally, how could I mess this up, I think to myself.

"Well, the moment is gone now." Millie says, and gets up and starts clearing the table.

I stay seated, slapping myself around mentally, my brain racing for a way to recover from this.

Millie finished clearing the table, and looks over at me from the sink full of dishes, and says:

"I am waking up very early to pick up your dad from the airport, so you do the dishes."

I get up, and walk past Millie to the sink full of dishes, looking down at them. Millie is walking out of the kitchen, but stops before she reaches the hallway, looks over at me, and says:

"Matt?"

"Yes?" I reply.

"If you had better manners, instead of standing there doing dishes, you would be feeling my lips on your cock right now."

Then she turns, walks down the hallway, and I hear her locking her door behind her.