“That’s for the groom and the groomsmen,” he answered as though I shouldn’t be concerned. The man I was blowing came in my mouth and announced to the crowd,
“This little slut swallows,”
Which enticed another roar from the crowd. I looked in the mirror once more, took the pills, and headed toward the bar. It was Martin who invited them, but I was the one who made them happy. The men began to fondle my butt and tits, and I let cop all the feels they wanted. I walked home from the hotel Sunday afternoon, and it was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I was sucking cocks, but now the men would pull their cocks out of my mouth and cum on my face and in my hair. “OK, do you have shot glasses for them, or are they at the bar?” I asked cluelessly. I started thinking about the party, and I wondered how many men I fucked. I started thinking about the party, and I wondered how many men I fucked.
