I grabbed her hair in time as she puked all over the toilet seat and a bit on the floor.The girl kept passing out, then puking, then passing out, then...puking, and so on. We all sat around the toilet with her to keep her company. I talked with the two guys that brought her in. They were apparently in the middle of starting a threesome when she puked on the bed, so they brought her in to the bathroom.The guys were obviously older and more sober than her. One was probably 6'4", had a lot of. I feel him shudder and my mouth fills with his essence. Not a whole lot, since he had had a few orgasms today, but enough to give me a good taste of him. Not wasting a drop, I sit back on my heels; look adoringly at him, smile, and swallow. Then I clean him up carefully with my lips and tongue, snuggle up to him, and we fall asleep, like that, curled together. No actually, he falls asleep, contentedly curled on my back, with his arm embracing me around my waist. Me, my ass burns too much for me. You can’t afford lots of motion so you keep your movement short, but tight. He brings both of his hands up on top of the table, one clenched in a fist. His breathing is getting shallower, like it's hard to get a deep breath. Your smile widens. This is perfect. With your friend across the way he can’t acknowledge anything is going on. You keep stroking, his blood engorged cock pulsing in your grip. When the food arrives both of his hands are clenched in tight fists. His breathing is labored to. He looked around and could see a walkway above them and along the opposite wall, at either end of the room a door and up to the door and the walkway a set of wide wooden steps. After a while Jean came around and as soon as she was properly conscious and aware she began to cry. He soothed her as best he could be, suggesting it was a joke, in poor taste but an elaborate joke. To which his neighbour chuckled and said that’s what he had told Milly when we got here and never has a man been more.