" Sorry, sorry. Am I bleeding bad?"Tony glanced over at Pruett. "Not so's I can tell, Pru. Try tasting your lip, see if there's any blood."Tony rolled...the passenger window down, leaned partly out of the van and whistled. Betty Ann turned from the window she'd been gawking into and glared at Tony."The fuck you want?" she growled."Hey, pretty momma, like the van?" he said, oblivious to her surly manner. "We're givin' away free t-shirts to all the girls that flash their titties at us. Wanna a. Over the next two minutes, it dripped in long viscous beads out into my mouth and down my throat, mixed with spurts of urine that were released involuntarily. Then he got down and I watched him stick his fingers up Mandy’s cunt to remove any remaining deposits, which he flicked into my mouth and then wiped onto my face. In one final assault, he smacked my balls violently with the flat of his hand and laughed as I cried out and curled up in agony.He then lifted Mandy up off my face, placed her. What I did notice was that all of my dance partners were getting me under the mistletoe. At first I tried to break away when the kisses were more than just pecks on the lips, but as I had more drinks I began to loosen up a bit and I became more receptive to the tongues that were being slipped into my mouth and I even responded - what the hell, it was a party and a little harmless flirting never hurt anybody.The first that I knew that I was in trouble was when Mark danced me over near the couch. As he kissed her lips and neck, Mark slid his hands around her body and pulled her out of the chair. Once she was standing between his legs, he encircled the twin globes of her bottom and pulled her close. Even as she felt her own passion rising, Gwen knew it was time to put Mark to the test. She had never been a tease and didn't like playing the part of one now, but there didn't seem to be any other way of finding out if he'd react the same way Johnny had earlier this evening. Just as he began.