The entrancing aroma of arousal and semen poured out. His moist, sticky manhood was still dormant, deflated and flaccid. "Rebecca's not here, and she'... not doing her job. If she's not going to do it, she can't complain when someone else does. Besides, you and me are friends, right? Just think of it as one friend helping out another friend. Like when I baked you those cookies you loved so much. This is just a...favor between friends," I explained. "A friendly blowjob." I pulled out and studied. The demands on the stamina of the early participants can be imagined. Or so we believed. A December invitation had never come our way.****************After the session near Nice, we waited in vain through September, October and November. There were consolations: visits to Le Bouche á l’Oreille and similar unbridled establishments, and there was a visit by Fritz and Sophie. Fritz is Alan’s publisher, Sophie was his PA and now is his live-in partner.Although writing is a solitary occupation there. She walks swiftly to the door to check out the new bike. Glen hops of the bike and greets her with a big hug and kiss. Lynn walks around the bike, checking it out. It's a glossy black with all the chrome accessories. Just the rumble and look of the bike turned her on a little. Glen asks her if she's ready to take a ride and she says yes. Glen hands her a helmet and they both get on. He fires up the bike and Lynn gets an immediate rush from the roar of the engine and then the vibrations begin. I shook my head. I told her that I found her funny and great company. I went on to add that I was fond of her and counted her as a good friend. Claire reached out and put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. She said she was fond of me too. With that I got up and smiled as I put our cups in the sink. Claire asked if she could be frank with me. I nodded as I washed up the cups.Claire said that if I was prepared to do some extras, she would pay me a bonus. I looked at her with a quizzical.