What am I going to do?! The musky smell of my cum must be noticeable."No I insist, Chrissie. Chrissie you know you're my little evening star, hey? Are...you okay? Yes, no, maybe?"He walked forward, crouched down and peered at me from below my long hair that was now cascading down from my totally failed fashion styling efforts. Shit, I thought! He's got to smell that by now! Perfume! My bag."Hey- my little star... Come on now... you're not crying are you?" He brushed my locks away from my face and. Later, I plan to talk to some folk that I met in my travels." Very good. If you don't mind, I would like to stay for a while and listen."I actually smiled, "Ma'am, you are welcome to stay or do anything you want."She smiled back at me, "Raymond said you were a smart young man. He's right."I realized with a little shock that "Raymond" had to be the Colonel. I had thought of him as a bit of a martinet and a manipulator. I realized then that there was more to him than that public persona.We sat. He asks you to look forward, “Use the blonde hair of the bartender across the room as a focal point.” He looks at you again and nods, “Perfect” he says. He leaves. The lights are lowered.Soon you begin to hear noises. People wander in. They look at the artwork on the walls, and yet also see you. Soon a gentleman and his lady friend come close. The man reaches out and runs his fingers through your long blond hair. “Very nice!” he says to the woman as they pass by. You feel a gentle hand on. Mike fucked her face, stroking her red hair and telling her what a wonderful cocksucker she was. Then placing his hands on either side of her head he yelled out. ‘It’s time, honey. Here I come!’ he breathed, his cock swelling then jerking inside her hot mouth. The next thing Carol experienced, her mouth was full of creamy hot spunk and she barely had time to swallow it before his hose fired off another mouthful. She lapped and lapped at it, as if a kitten under a cow’s udder until the last drop.