I text Millie to propose a dinner date

Two days later I text Millie:

"Hi Millie, hope you are feeling better? Can I propose dinner on Friday evening, I know a great place. Matt"

A few hours pass, then my phone pings with a text from "Big Tits Millie":

"Hmmm... Not sure..."

"You will enjoy it, I promise" I text back.

"It is not that, this would be our second date, so you will have expectations..." She writes.

"No expectations Millie, I promise" I text back.

"Sugar, I have been on loads of dates in my life... Agreeing to a second date is agreeing to at a minimum give the guy head if the date goes well, and you are so much younger than me, not sure if I feel comfortable with me doing, you know, on you..."

I laugh to myself, thinking I have already fucked her in the ass, but she was too drunk to remember that. Then I write:

"Millie, there are no rules like that, at least not in my mind. I enjoy spending time with you and I want to take you for dinner and that is all, no other expectations."

That text works, and we agree our date for Friday night.