I didn't understand the business and I had no one to talk to about it. The labels do that on purpose. They keep you isolated so you don't have the res...urces to figure out how badly you're getting screwed. They surround you with people you think work for you but that really work to make sure you're making money for the big dogs."You tour with people on the same label. You write songs with people the label finds for you. If you want a duet on your album ... it's going to be with someone the label. I opened the door and kneeled down so that my face was near in line with Julies arse still poking up in the air and pussy still peeking out from beneath her short denim skirt. I could smell her wetness even before I pressed my face into her sopping wet cunt and lapped up her juice. She was sticky wet allover, her thighs, arse cheeks and bush all dripping from having me in her mouth. My tongue danced in and out of her hole and around her clit and lips as she moaned face down into the seat.I was. She was happy.Henrietta stayed away for a few weeks. She did not even ring. Tim was unworried. She had clearly got the message and he did not miss her in the least. Then, out of the blue, she appeared one morning in time for coffee. Wendy made it for all three of them but did not follow the other two through to the drawing room. She did notice that Henrietta closed the door behind them. She shrugged her shoulders and sat down at the kitchen table to read her book while she drank her. ‘Gomorrah!’ gasped Sharon. ‘Isn’t Buggery at war with Gomorrah?’ ‘Who fucking isn’t!’ expostulated Tiger Lilly. ‘If you go back to Throb, you risk being arrested, raped and mutilated for straying out of the tourist areas. If you stay here, you’ll eventually be found, arrested, raped and mutilated for being terrorists. If you try to get to the Embassy districts, you’ll be arrested, raped and mutilated as spies. You’re probably going to get killed whatever you do! Buggery’s not a very good place.