She had stopped singing a few bottles ago."1 bottle of beer on the wall, 1 bottle of beer!"Tom couldn't hold it anymore. He thrust his hips up quickly...and released his seed, soiling his pants. 1 thick rope of cum, 2 ropes, 3, it just wouldn't stop. He lost count by the time it was finished and he realised Cindy's swaying had slowed down, she was now slowly grating up and down his dick. "Maybe because the song had finished, Maybe she didn't feel anything at all."But he knew that couldn't be. The smell of her perfume as she sat down snapped me out of my haze, and I looked at her. She smiled, turned to the bartender and ordered a drink. Looking back at me, she said "Can I freshen your's up too, darling?" I must have looked like an idiot, staring dumbfounded at her. I looked down at my glass, then back to her and said "sure." Her voice was surprisingly deep, but she was pretty. I was uncomfortable. We sat in silence for a few minutes. She broke the ice. "Business trip, right? I can. Then Joe asked the assembled group of six men what they thought an appropriate punishment should be if Abbey spilled a drink.The group of men looked at each other for guidance, which was soon given as“a spanking with the belt of the man who she spills the drink on.”The man who suggested this punishment was the same man who had discussed BDSM at the table in ChowKing. Joe smiled inwardly, knowing that he had made the right choice in inviting this group of men to his apartment.Abbey heard what. He pulled out his club, and advanced, menacingly, towards the speaker.The riots that had started at the beginning of March, had slowly started to decrease, both in number and size. Since Easter, however, a small number had increased in violence and viciousness, the longer evenings and warmer days had persuaded a few people to stay out. The nearest riot to Uxbridge had been some seven miles away, and that had only lasted a few hours two months earlier. The whole area had been peaceful since..