She was still holding my cock when there wasn't anything left in me and she took her mouth off. She kind of munched on nothing and swallowed."It's not...ing like I thought it would be," she commented. "It's bitter in a funny, nice way. Do you like it when I suck it?" Are you crazy?" I croaked.She smiled. "Well, I like doing it, so that's good. I want to cum again, but I'm sore down there. I hate that tube. It isn't fair." I wish I could do something," I said, feeling helpless."You could pull it. Her chest was heaving up and down, and her unconscious body was convulsing for a few seemingly eternal moments until she finally slumped back down, and the reflexive breathing attempts died down. I felt a weak pulse that seized fast, and my one-night-stand died in my arms within minutes of my climax.I'd panicked at the time, not knowing what to do with the body of the woman I'd just inadvertently killed. In what could only be described as a mad monomania, I'd decided that what I needed to do. He watched her tight little ass bounce away. ‘Yeah, maybe next year’ he mused. Alone with his thoughts now, Roger stood before the portal, wondering what lay beyond the closed entry. He slid his key card, opened the door and walked through to his proximate destiny. ———- After the bright sunlight, his vision was blurred by the comparably darkened room. Slowly, he saw features solidify in his vision. The motif was Victorian drawing room: dark stained wood walls, heavy red velvet drapes, large. Well hopefully Jeanette had a place for Amanda, me, and Moira to crash. That or Moira or Amanda stay sober enough to drive us home. Before I could really think anything through, mainly tell Moira or Amanda that I’m hammered and one of them needs to sober up so we can get home. Jeanette stood up on a table and got everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone. I want to thank everyone for coming to the party for tonight.” Everyone hooted and hollered for Jeanette. She simply bowed. She slowly.