If she hadn't, I would have been dead long ago, shagged to death in a mine dormitory. I only fuck when I want it and usually with Grant because he's g...t such a big dong. He doesn't want me but Martha told him he had to keep me happy or none of the other girls would let him."Turning away she said, "Well I've got things to do, even if you don't."After Violetta left something she had said set Jacqui thinking. If the only way to control access to her cunt herself was to be Madame of a brothel, why. "Oh, gross!" In one way, it did sound gross to hear him say that, but the truth is I was tasting mine now and then as well. I was always too afraid to taste a lot of it, though. I would just put the tip of my tongue on the wet spot on my hand."What's gross about it? It's from your own body, and one day you're going to want a woman to take it in her mouth. You should at least know what it's like yourself before asking her to do that. And really, it's not so bad once you get used to it."I figured. A perfectly nice local train also runs from Fiumicino to Rome, but for reasons known only to Italian civil planning committees it doesn’t actually go anywhere you’d want to be as a tourist, so you need to transfer, luggage and all, to the subway at one point. I’d have done that, but as Kate carefully explained (by bellowing in my ear for five minutes) I am a millionaire who should stop acting like he’s some flea-bitten backpacker, especially when I’m finally getting around to taking my gorgeous. I had helped another person. The better I felt about that, the more guilty I began to feel for the terse way I had treated her. ‘Bambi Lynn Smith’, ‘I’m sorry,’ I thought. Well, she was out of my life. . . .or so I thought. It was while I was eating my lunch a couple of days later, that the phone rang and a bawling Bambi Lynn said, ‘Can you come and help me?’ I left immediately and met Bambi on the front porch of the house. She was alone. . . .she and all her possessions. ‘I’ve gotta leave,.