Or do you? (Friday night)

Friday comes and you haven't spoken a word to Sarah about any of this, You have however came up with a cunning full-proof plan...

It's around 8:30pm when Tim's car arrives on the drive way, silently he creeps onto the stones, careful to avoid making any noise. You made sure that Sarah was in the back of the house just to make sure nothing gave the game away.

You have been preparing her all day. First she woke up to breakfast in bed followed by a lavender bath and a slight massage as she got dressed, you then drove her to work yourself and left her with a kiss. When it was time for her to get lunch you met her outside of the office and took her for lunch with TWO glasses of wine. When she got home petals, roses and more wine greeted her as she made her way to the dinner table to find a candle lit meal for two.

Now Sarah wasn't stupid. She knew that you were looking for something in return for this, and you were pretty sure "you" could get a blow job...

You sneak up behind Sarah as Tim's car pulls into the drive way. "Hey gorgeous girl, I was wondering if we could play a little game" you say to her playfully, she turns around with a smile and a look of passion in her eye after her long relaxing day.

You pull out a blindfold and place it over Sarah's eyes, her smile lights up. "This is sexy... I guess we're trying new things hun?" she says with excitement protruding from her lips.

"Yes we are..." you say, knowing full well what you're going to try and make her do right now. "Stay right here", you sit her on the dinner table and pour her one more glass of wine.

You run to the front door to meet Tim, "Quickly, come in" you say. You sit him down on the sofa and tell him to remove his pants, you tell him you'll be back in a second, you're going to go and get Sarah.

You quickly hurry your way to the kitchen to find Sarah, she's touching herself, still fully clothed but she obviously couldn't stop her wild thoughts... more importantly she's finished another glass of wine... She wasn't a very heavy drinker to begin with, in fact she barely drank at all... **** tends to get her in the mood, especially red wine.

You took her hands out of her pants and stood her up, she could smell your aftershave as she kissed your neck, you lead her into front room to find Tim with his pants down, sitting on your sofa and ready.