I looked around the bar as I began soaking it in and I made eye contact with this fucking hot man who was in his late 30's/early 40's. He had short, ...lack hair, eye glasses, mustache, and he was wearing a classy suit. I had been with my fair share of men at this point I needed to try someone outside my age range. We made eye contact enough times and I acted like a ditzy bimbo whenever he would look my way, giggling like a school girl and twirling my hair, making it very easy for him. About. There was a small gouty on top of the pussy. I sucked it. Put my tongue into her pussy and started licking it. I took her from the couch and we sat on the bed. She removed my boxer and started sucking my cock. She took the cock deep throat and sucking it hard. I was enjoying a lot . She poured the whiskey on my cock and started sucking it. I was enjoying it. My hands were pressing her boobs hard. I was cumming and she drank it full. I took her on bed and started to suck her boobs.I was sucking. The hands left my breasts then firmly grabbed my thighs. He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs, then, when he reached my panty-covered crotch he spoke for the first time."God she's wet." He said to the other men. I could feel myself blushing.'Now they all know, ' I thought, 'what a slut I am.'"That's enough for now." I heard Mark announce. The hands lingered on my crotch for another three or four seconds, then with a good-bye clit pinch through the cloth they disappeared. I was left. This second. In this moment when you have the power to decide the course of your life, not how you will live tomorrow, but how your yesterdays will be remembered, what will you choose?That sends some people running to their churches, synagogues, and mosques to reform and become religious in this life. But it's not so they can be remembered. That's the fallacy of religion. It denies the inevitable. You will die.That will send others to the local bar. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you.