“Yeah, I wouldn’t get my hopes up on that one,” I replied skeptically. The groom positioned himself behind me, and his best man in front of me. I changed the subject quickly but couldn’t get the conversation out of my mind. I had a big decision to make. On the table next to it were a stack of towels, a few bottles, and tubes of something. “Umm, OK, whatever,” I said, totally confused. I looked in the mirror; I looked like a whore.. I have a mask to cover your face so the people at the bar won’t recognize you,” he assured me. “We can discuss it later. The men began to fondle my butt and tits, and I let cop all the feels they wanted. I texted him in the morning but did not hear from him. It’s not my party,”. After drinks, I went home and surveyed the damage to my pussy and ass from last night’s party. I was so afraid that the bar employees would recognize me. My fetish was short-lived. I texted him at noon, asking what the plan was for the night.
