Another member eagerly took his place.The hostess watched as Adonis was spitted at both ends by a steady stream of men. He was a well-known dominant a... the club, and there were all too many who felt that payback was long overdue. And so, for the next hour, cocks of all shapes and sizes abused him. His body was coated in a mixture of sweat and come. Saliva dripped from his ever-open mouth, and his anus gaped darkly, seemingly ready and willing for its next inhabitant.Gradually the queue died. “People drink mouthwash for the alcohol,” Dave said.Al Barton had told me that when Jessica had one of her many incidents several years earlier. He’d also said that people use it to cover up drinking.“So which was it, Dave? Mouthwash or alcohol?”“Does it matter?”“Actually, yes. If it was cinnamon, it’s the same stuff she’s been using since I first met her, and I’d hardly think she was drinking mouthwash in college when she could buy booze legally in Wisconsin, and a year later in Illinois. If. Brindy's fingers explored my dick and balls, then toyed with my hair. "We need to get rid of this," she said."I'll get the scissors..." Pat said."Scissors?" I blurted."Yes, silly," Brindy said, flicking her tongue at the head of my dick. "Pat sheared most of mine off with scissors, then shaved the rest. You have more than I do." Her eyes cut to Carlita. "Lita, you could get a towel." Okay," Lita said. Kissed me. Pushed the back of Brin's head, forcing her closer to my dick. Brin giggled. "Maybe. It’s cute," he said smiling at me. “Well, I’ll see you later,” he said. “Sure thing. Bye!” I mumbled and walked back into the house. I heard a huge slam across from my window. I jumped up and realized that Mr Ferguson's window was right across fine mine. I looked further in to his room—he had a woman over and, my oh my, was she gorgeous. She had dark brown hair, and had beautiful facial features. I could tell she tanned. Her skin was fantastic. They started kissing, like hardcore. Kissing on.