”Jane looked at her eager audience and smiled. “That’s when I decided I wanted to taste him. Without any fuss, I quietly said, ‘For another tw...nty quid, I’ll give you the best and messiest blowjob you've ever had in your life.’ However, before he could answer, I flicked out my tongue and licked him.”“What did he taste like?” Janine asked, swept up in this story.“Delicious. Exactly as I expected.” Jane beamed from ear to ear. “Mind you, when I tried swallowing him, it was more painful than I’d. I scrapped Blink 182 and loaded Beethoven. If I could last through the whole Symphony, I'd make it close enough to 4:30, when the Jazz Club opened. I had high hopes. I made it to the second movement, the one I think of as the "chase scene." Time, 3:27 p.m.I closed my eyes and thought of her. Sensual lips. Even white teeth. Pear-shaped breasts. Trim stomach. Shapely hips. Legs, legs, legs. Did I mention her legs? I got an erection, just thinking about her calves and ankles. Ankles... one in each. She introduced me to the group, men and women. “This is our gay group, Faye. You must get a lot of unwelcome attention.” “Most attention is welcome to an actress.” She smiled. “I meant attention from men.” “I can cope. I’m sure, like me, you’ve had your share too. I find being a lesbian does, however, have a certain attraction for some men.” “It does indeed. However, the gentlemen here will be interested only in your conversation, rather than any attempt to seduce you. The ladies, on the other. “Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?” I chuckled.“Exactly. Who watches the watchers?”“I didn’t say I had this all thought out! You asked about a possible solution and I just gave it to you off the cuff! You’ve heard Pete’s comments, which usually come down to something along the lines of ‘somebody has to protect you libertarian idiots from the bad guys’, or something similar. I’m not an anarchist. I just want smaller, more local government so I can have a better chance of controlling it, or, if I.