Ask about meeting the band

The thought of Janet giving a blowjob to the stagehand has you quite aroused, and you are tempted to ask her to demonstrate her technique right then and there, but you fear that might seem a tad bit too out of the box for your first group therapy session. Instead, you nod to her, encouraging her to continue.

She looks around the circle, still uncomfortable, but evidently warming up to the expressions of encouragement and acceptance.

“Well, I got up and headed into the dressing room. I was starting to get a clue about what was going on, but I was still in a bit of denial. Besides, I just saw a groupie leave the room, so I figured she had accomplished whatever the band needed in that area.”

“I walked in, and my first sight was Tommy Texworth, sprawled out over a big chair, with one leg hanging off the armrest. He was wearing only his boxers. I stopped in my tracks, thinking he might have been expecting someone else, but he just smiled at me and motioned for me to come to him.”

“Tommy Texworth is my favorite!” exclaims Diedre. “I love his voice, and I love the way he looks with all those muscles and tattoos!”

Janet nods in agreement. “He’s really pretty cut — and up close it really shows. His abs are chiseled, and you can’t find a hint of fat on them!”

You hear a moan from Cassie and look at her. Her face is flushed, and she is squirming, as if her seat is uncomfortable. Her eyes are focused on Janet, however, and she is obviously interested in the story.

Janet continues. “I looked around the room, and I saw Adam Harvies. He was just standing up from a couch, and looked like he was pulling on his boxers. If I had looked a second sooner, I probably would have gotten a free show.”

Diedre sighs. “He’s adorable, too! And drummers always have such good rhythm, if you know what I mean!”

“Was Paul there?” asked Cassie.

“Not at first,” said Janet. “But I did get to meet him soon enough.”

“So get on with it, girl!” urged Diedre. “What happened?”

“Well, I started to tell them how big of a fan I was, but Tommy just held up his hand and said, ‘I’d rather you just show us how big of a fan you are.’ He motioned for me with both hands, and as I stepped up to him, he took my hands and pulled me down on top of him and started kissing me hard.”

Another low moan comes from Cassie, but she says nothing.

“So I’m kissing him, and I can tell that he’s getting hard — he only has his boxers on, right? And I’m really getting into it when I sense Adam standing next to us. I turn my head to look at him and almost get my eye poked out by his cock. He has it out and pointed right at my face.”

Another noise from Cassie causes you to look, and you see that she is reaching between her legs, rubbing.

Diedre asks, “How big is he? I always imagined he was pretty hung.”

Janet nods. “He’s a good size — maybe 7 inches. I didn’t take the time to measure it. I just opened my mouth and began to suck, but he didn’t even give me time to move my head toward him. He just took me by the back of the head and started ramming it in my mouth.”

She stops, unsure of herself. She looks at you and asks, “Should I be going into this kind of detail? It seems to be counter productive to what we’re trying to accomplish.”