A while back, when I was considerably younger, I picked up a date at her parents’ home.
I’d scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Shrimp cocktail. Lobster. Champagne ..
I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?"
"No," she replied. "but my mother’s not expecting a blow job tonight."
"Bon appetit", I said…