Nat King Cole was singing “the Christmas song,” and we were dancing close. I mean really close. At first, I thought it was more of a show for our ...runken partners at the bar, but then she kissed me. It wasn’t a peck on the cheek kiss, it was full on the lips. Her hands held my face as I opened my mouth and our tongues met. She tasted sweet. Cherry lip balm and Bacardi and Coke. And then the spell was broken.“Why don’t you two lezzers get a room?” It was Mack, laughing at the bar. Mack is one of. "Don't. I want to show you that I am sorry for intruding." With that said, she quickly knelt and placed my flaccid cock in her mouth. After a few minutes of sucking me in and out of her mouth, my cock was soon at a hardened state. Stephanie, Stacey and Brenda had all given me blowjobs, but this stranger in front of me made them look like amateurs. The suction she was applying had me seeing dark spots in my eyes, and I had to place my hands on the wall to keep my legs from giving out.The girl. I yanked her hair, knelt beside her and grabbed her face with my free hand with my thumb and fingers squeezing her cheeks.“Look at yourself, Gloria. Tell me what you see,” I ordered in a stern voice.Gloria reluctantly obeyed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. “I’m a mess,” she replied.I released my grip on her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. “Yes, you’re a beautiful mess. A sexy, slutty, beautiful mess. There was a room full of women downstairs in the ballroom all dressed and. It was tight, and she hadsome trouble taking it, but I was finally able to force the flared plug past heranal ring. I told her that I had two more that were bigger, and she would becomefamiliar with them, too. I strapped her to a St. Andrews cross on the wall, andI bound her breasts with some soft, cotton rope; tightly, up against her chest.She moaned as the pressure built in her bulging breasts. "Moans are okay, and screams are okay, but that is all I want to hear fromyou." She looked at me.