“We’ll get through this,” she said again.We tried to forget about the phone call and focus on the wedding itself for the next week. Like all wed...ings, there were plenty of last minute preparations to take care of.We had a table in one corner that wasn’t yet full and set Heather at that one. She hadn’t mentioned bringing a ‘plus one’, but decided to leave an additional empty spot just in case. We figured anything to keep her happy would be to our benefit.The day of the wedding came and. Finally my gag was tightened by people who understood the workings of it, with my mouth forced open by the springs in the gag. I was then led into the next room, where several people were enjoying refreshments. Three other girls attired like me were hobbling round dispensing drinks, and I thought it best to join them. What I found difficult was that no-one seemed to care that I was naked, and on show. There was an edge to the humiliation of being an object, with a purpose, (serving drinks),. So I dropped my pants. Anything for science, and for the research funding."Not bad," she told me. I blushed."First we measure it soft." The peter-meter was designed to fit snugly against the pelvic bone and had a sort of trough in which the penis could lie. She slid it under my penis and lodged the butt firmly against my pelvic bone. It was a little cold. She showed me how the slide could be brought up to the tip and the penis length read off in centimeters. Then calibrated flexible strips. James and Chris were standing, looking at me. That was so, so good, I mumbled. I got down off the couch and knelt in front of the boys, grabbing their cocks again. It must be your turn to cum! I said, starting to jerk and suck their dicks once more. I sucked and rubbed James hard cock, and soon he started to pant and moan with pleasure. I rubbed the tip of his dick with my tongue, and felt him tense, his cock stiffening even further in my mouth. Suck me babe, suck hard! he grunted, his.