Forty minutes later they finally finished the entire 'PowerCourse' and Hugh sprinted to the rest room and masturbated. He couldn't help it, it was eit...er that or collapse in spasms right on the floor for all to see. But then, after a short pause to catch his breath, he realized that once was not nearly enough, so he brought himself to another climax, his fingers buried in his sopping pussy, rubbing with a frantic urgency as he doubled over, shuddered, and gasped. After taking a few breaths and. Men and women fought to lick and drink off of her. Other people kissed her and made out with her. She liked it. People in the large crowd undid her shorts and started feeling her up. Booze spilled down soaking her panties and shorts. Other drinks were deliberately poured on her tight little crotch. Her top was also stretched up by many hands exposing her breasts. Somehow persons unknown had unclasped and pulled off her little lacey bra. She was doused with booze and many tongues took turns. My spot next to Brumley remained open and there was a large glass sitting at it. The sergeant held his in his hand. I eyed it as I approached."How is it?" Weak, but pleasant enough," He answered, raising his own glass. "Good enough to cut the dust of travel, but not the stuff to make a night of revelry from."I sat and lifted my own glass. He was right, though it was warmer than I liked. I reached out with my magic and took some of the heat out of it, giving it another experimental sip. Ahh,. She collapsed on her Master’s legs, breathing heavily and occasionally shuddering as the last of her orgasm escaped. “That was beautiful, but I’m not through with you yet, slave.” Phil grinned, stroking his slippery cock. “God, I hope not, sir.” She giggled and proceeded to clean his limp appendage and breath life back into it. Phil’s cock quickly rose to the occasion and he pushed her back. “Strip for me” he ordered her. Wendy slid off the bed and began swaying her hips and moving her hands up.