I knelt down in the middle of the room and Steve told me to open my mouth wide. I was so humiliated, kneeling half naked in front of all these strange...men, with my mouth open, ready to serve their cocks.Steve said “Alright, you’re first,” and pointed to a person on the couch. He jumped up and walked over to me. His cock was rock hard, about 6 inches. “Not too bad” I told myself as he placed it in my open waiting mouth. I started to swirl my tongue around the head, he started moaning a little. I. His balls slapping against her wet pussy as he holds on her hips, pounding his hard cock in and out of her. She moans, her tits bouncing. As I imagine this, I lie on the bed my hands between my legs, playing with my swollen clit. Slowly I enter a finger inside of me, my pussy soaked from my juices. I vigorously finger myself, moaning as I continue fantasizing about the what ifs. I imagine John pulling out of his wife and ramming his cock inside of me, her juices still on his cock. While. He was moaning and thrusting his hips causing his cock to slide in and out of my mouth. I was soaking wet by the time he stopped. “Lay back!” He said in a husky voice. I laid back and he knelt in front of me. He spread my legs and lifted my feet off the floor. I bent my knees as he continued to push my legs back. Once they were where he wanted them I felt him softly kiss my wet pussy. I moaned as he ran his tongue between my lips and licked up my juices. “MMMmmm, you taste so sweet!” He began. Something was way out of tune on his bass. My insides felt like they were flaming up. Adding to the misery, Bruno never moved toward the mic to sing. Maybe he hasn’t noticed that we haven’t found a new singer yet? To top it off, we were speeding up, despite already being too fast.I had to do something or we’d end up playing the same riff for three minutes, at light-speed to boot. I turned to Pete and sliced my hand across my throat. He trailed off. Hearing this, Bruno and Carl also stopped,.