My mates and I used to have a band and we played all over for a year or so. ‘Till Sam left and we had no lead singer!’ ‘The Golden Fleece in the...market square.’ ‘Oh yeah, I know it,’ he said. He seemed to recall being thrown out of a pub with that name in the dim and distant past. ‘Mock Tudor façade with traditional décor?’ ‘Yeah that’s the one. Nicotine stained ceilings and stuffed animals hanging off the walls…’ Rob laughed. ‘Not exactly a ‘fun pub’ was it!’ ‘Err…no!’ she giggled. ‘Sounds. " "No, no I don't mind at all. You have any soda left? My throat is killing me from that cigarette." "Yeah, coke or ginger ale. Which do you like?" I bent to open the fridge, waiting for her reply. "Ginger ale." I picked out the plastic bottle and poured some into a mug. The foam crept over the side, I dipped my finger to it and wiped it off, and absentmindedly sucked the liquid off my finger. I looked up to see her looking at me oddly. Actually oddly was not quite the right word. It seemed. Adair said smoothly, ‘Here’s my card. Drop in and sign on as a client and that will allow me to take your case.’ ‘I’m not certain I find you acceptable. You are aggressive and I’ve heard you use the F-word.’ ‘Well look elsewhere for legal representation Gina. I’m not changing into a pin-up boy just to please you.’ Adair smiled and saying goodbye left. Adair had just dressed after fucking the night manager of his apartment building just after 9:00 that evening when his phone went. ‘Good. He groaned in pleasure as I sucked his cock and balls. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my mouth flooding with sweet tasting cum. There was so much cum I had to gulp it down to prevent it from spilling out of the corners of my mouth. I swallowed it all and cleaned his penis off with my lips, nibbling and sucking the last drop out of his cock. "Didja like it, honey?" I asked him.He grunted. He quickly dressed. "I ain't gone lie, that was one pro blowjob," he said. "Stan' up, I wanna see that.