It was only when they were boarding a bus and the driver looked like he was going to kick up a fuss, that Samantha realised she still had cum on her f...ce and no bra underneath the flimsy top.She didn’t care. She was Samantha, the universal slut. Having cum on her face made her fair game. Men groped her as they passed where she was sitting next to the aisle. When she and Chloe disembarked, a man got off with them, touching her arse. She got down on her knees, right there at the bus stop and. Those games tend to last a long time, well into the wee hours of the morning, so she knew that she would be without her beau for the duration of the party.Nick was patting the pockets of his jeans. "Shit, I left my wallet in the truck!" he exclaimed, looking over at Michelle, "Can you run and grab it?" Nick, it's dark outside and we parked a long way from the house. I don't want to walk out there by myself." Michelle stated, obviously annoyed."I'll walk with you." I piped up.Michelle shot me a. After a while he suggested we take a walk down Duval Street and do a little bar hopping. We spent the next few hours hitting the bars, listening to music, and people-watching. It was a nice mesh of personalities, and very fun. We ended up at Two Friends, another Jazz bar, just off of Duval Street. After a few minutes there he suggested we all go to his place for drinks and a swim in his pool. My friend said she was tired and wanted to head home, telling us not to end our evening on her account.. The same priest undressing and presenting his butt for the use of the man with the camera. I could only assume that the man behind the camera was Bucks.“Bucks must have had some incriminating evidence against the priest,” I surmised. “He must have been blackmailing the priest. It’s the only thing that makes any sense.” I went back to the video files and found that they had been made one year apart. The last one had a date-stamp just three months ago.I unwrapped what must have been my fiftieth.