Gabriella pinned the sides of her brassier between her sides and arms to keep it from falling away. Quickly she brought her hands around in front of h...r to catch the cups from exposing her. It was useless. Hadn't he ordered her to take it off? She could cup herself all she wanted. The colonel knew it was coming off."Take it over there and give it to your husband." The Colonel whispered. The tears were obvious now as Gabriella turned to face her husband. The room was silent and her high heels. She pushes against me, legs shaking with effort to stay on my cock, telling me to fuck her harder. I oblige happily, grabbing onto her hips ramming into her as hard as I can. She reaches a hand down from the wall, and rubs her clit furiously. I can feel her start to contract even harder around me. She screams. ‘Oh holy FUCK!’ She tenses around my cock, and doesn’t relax. This is the highest she’s ever been in her life. I can’t move, she is contracted so tightly around me. She gasps a few times,. Fuck it, I draped the linen over my shoulders. Let them see my cock. Most of the men attempted to create some covering. Except the better hung of course. The women needed to decide if they wanted to cover both tits and leave their pussy on display or cover one tit and their pussy. Decisions decisions. Then a fanfare from the band, the curtains were drawn and Peter announced the beginning of Bacchanalia."We have a lovely group of servers to help our sacrificial candidate. First Phoebe, now. Still, she used me, and I was not happy. “Okay, we need to go.” In an instant we were both dead sober as we collected our belongings and left the room. She offered to pay for the Karaoke, and I didn’t utter a word of protest. Her husband was paying for it anyway.We stepped outside as the sun was rising. I was looking forward to a long, reflective walk home alone, where I would either feel sorry for myself or process the experience and learn from it. I wouldn’t get the chance to decide, though,.