After taking a faceful of cum, I received another text from John. He told me to go to room 20, I was not to wash up, wipe my face, or to cover up at a...l and I had 15 seconds to get there. I run to room 20 and knock. Again, it isn't John who answers, but it's a bachelor party of 5 guys. I beg them to tell me where John is and one says "You'll see him later. Right now is our time!" I'm grabbed into the room and thrown on to the bed. One by one they take turns fucking me in many positions in front. As the guy in my pussy finished, I heard Carlos tell someone that he needed to give it a try. He apparently decided he would, as he slowly slid into my pussy. “Wow” he said. “she has already been well used tonight hasn’t she? And looks like she is still ready for more!” I still couldn’t help but think that I should know who this was, but I was so far into what I was doing it didn’t really matter to me. “She doesn’t work at the plant, does she?” I heard Carlos answer no. the guy didn’t say. Her best shot, she decided, included buying herself a new outfit. Chad had said to wear something sexy and she wasn’t going to give him any reason to be disappointed. He wanted her to wear panties again too. That made her smile. It was against the Office Whore rules, as outlined in the Base 12 Slut manual, but he thought she looked hot in the panties that she had worn when she was angry at him. She closed her eyes and let her mind enjoy the memory of him removing those panties with his teeth.. .. it's a lot of things." He had trouble meeting her gaze, trying to think of a subject that wasn't as emotionally loaded as the one he really wanted to talk about. "For instance, how could the killer evade the truth field? Yes, I know, you told me that the killer could be insane, but you and I both know that explanation won't hold vacuum. Think back to the hearing. Captain Jeryth's questions were very specific. They had to be, to keep from pulling in a lot of responses that hadn't anything to.