I was soon sitting there in my conservative bra and panties and everyone was laughing and joking.Kara was next. She wasn't quite as wasted as I was. B...t the difference was barely measurable. Kara and I sat there in our underwear and laughed and kidded around with the men sitting next to us. Before very long our underwear began to disappear too. The men in the room seemed to be very impressed by what they had uncovered and Kara and I laughed uproariously as the men on either side of us explored. I would mount her from the rear, thrust five times and come hard and deep, then slip out and leave, panting. Total time, twenty seconds. But I didn't really like doing that. Embryo counts started dropping, inexorably.Since embryo counts depended on my mood, all of us from the beginning had been afraid of what my mood would require. I never had any taste for anal or oral sex, which was helpful because the semen was happier in a vagina before being collected than anywhere else. Fetishes would not. Some would even pull up next to me at a stop light with the skirts pulled up to their waist showing me what they had to offer. (By the way, I drove a van so I was higher and had a direct view into their cars without other cars being able to see.)Much of the feedback I received was really favorable. They were telling me that what was happening during the day had them so wet between their legs that they had to wear panty liners. They would be so turned on when they got home that they nearly raped. There was a pause, then J spoke again."Where is he?"Aaron bobbed his head backwards, gesturing into the darkness behind him. In my direction.A few more steps brought J, a vague, broad shouldered silhouette, into the red glow of the exit sign. When he saw me, he stopped."What the fuck," he said, putting quiet energy into the last word, "is going on here?" I..."I stopped. What could I say? I was standing naked in the gym he owned while a patron, a troublesome patron who was also a friend, stood.