The only thought I remember before dozing off was, "If only I was the vibrator". I was awoken by my hyper mother fussing about me not being ready for ...he party. I had forgotten all about it. As my family was big I, (by some miracle) was chosen to go with Mrs. Cassie and her family. The younger son was screaming and kicking to sit in the front seat and I ended up in between of the big boobed daughter and the hottest milf alive. As the journey would last at least two hours, the brother and sister. The city was not very happening, the work was long hours and my social life nearly non existent as I was new to the city and was there on a temporary assignment.I decided to go out and catch a drink and dinner one evening. I walked into another 5 star hotel, headed to the bar. I was seated at the bar counter, ordered my favourite beer. As i looked around i noticed the bar was quite full (mostly foreigners). I made little conversation with the barman, finished my 2nd beer and ordered a large. He was now openly stroking his cock and I could tell Gina had noticed because her eyes had glanced at it a few times but she wasn’t saying anything. I didn’t know what to say so I stayed silent. Gina gave me a smile and patted the couch beside her. “You want to come over and join us on the couch? Let’s do another hit,” she said as she grabbed the bong and packed. I got up and walked over to the couch with my cock bobbing along out in front of me all swollen and red. She took a hit and packed it. The Poxrill drone brought up the rear.I'd learned a great deal from my mother, some things that she deliberately taught me, others that I don't know that she realized I was aware of. The number one lesson from her explicit catechism was "Don't get cocky. Overconfidence leads to failure." I was all too aware how much my plans depended on the assumption that I knew what Ritmurt had in store for me.The presence of a Poxrill drone eliminated a number of alternative explanations for my presence.