"Do you suck him?" I nodded my head yes and smiled at Stan. Stan encouraged his guests to open their pants and pull out their cocks. All three of the... were hard and very well made. At this point in my performance, the room was silent. Everyone could hear the wet sound of my hand moving up and down my shaft. "Do you let Stan cum in your mouth?" "I always let Stan finish in my mouth and I swallow everything he gives me." As I continued masturbating, my load got closer and closer to shooting. My own true love had enveloped Pat in a joyous hug and Stephanie, forgetting the perfect contralto, was booming "Are you all out of your ever-loving minds!?" at the top of his/her lungs. The second law of thermodynamics, along with stomachs full from Thanksgiving dinner, eventually saved us. As science predicted all that concentrated energy eventually dissipated, flowing off into the ether somewhere. We were rather dissipated ourselves when we finally reached the level of one conversation at a. I looked over the menu again trying to decide on what else to get, finally ready I started to order. The older waitress with her grey hair, wrinkled skin, age spot marked face threw me looks of suspicion. How was I going to pay for all of this, she needed to see proof before she could bring me any more food.I felt my ire grow again how dare she accuse me of being some piece of rubbish! Trying as hard as I could, I pushed the anger away, phew almost lost it. I produced another hundred; she. I had as much time as it would take them to piss and wash their hands. Two minutes? Three? Maybe five if I was lucky and they were obsessive about cleanliness. That meant I really had to fuck Shelly like a pro and the idea was repulsive, as you can imagine, but what choice did I have? The only good news was that I'd already fucked her twice, so at least I knew it wouldn't kill me."Hmmmm..." Shelly moaned. "What's gotten into you, Bobby?"She'd whispered, of course, but the sound of her voice was.