I get scotches on such evenings… I actually like scotch for thinking. It keeps imagination grounded with sharp bitter stings of reality. Other night..., usually near the end of the working week, it is a crowded and loud place. Music blares and a companion is required to make the evening bearable. I usually call my friend Freddy, a shortish, blondish, assholish, athletic type that makes me look taller and more reserved than I actually am. He’s better looking than me, but I’m usually not about. First this strange older man and then Kevin not being here when she arrived. The exhaustion of the day caught up with her, and she suddenly felt giddy. Stretching out one arm, she steadied herself against a nearby chair."You look tired, Mrs. Howell," Ward Murdock said pleasantly. "Can I fix you a drink?" A drink?" Ward makes excellent martinis," Sheri interjected. "And just wait until you see all the groceries and things he bought us."Donna glanced at the coffee table and noted the martini. “Oh baby, I like a nice ‘airy cunt” he says, as he spreads your bum cheeks and slams his big cock into you. As fucks your poor pussy for all he's worth, a new man comes into the toilet. "Over here mate" I tell him. "Don't bother with the urinals - filthy girl here loves to be used like a slut. Just get your cock out and piss on her. She loves it". The guy in your pussy finds this all too much, and with a huge groan shoots his load into you. The next in line, a big, broad shouldered bloke with a. ‘Come on Frida’, said my b*****r, show us your clit’. His friends voiced their approval and started to cajole me to show myself, one of them sat down where I lay slightly sprawled and touched my thigh, and when I allowed him the privileged, another did likewise, and soon all five were around me, pinning me down and lifting my skirt up. I did not scream, but I struggled half heartedly, and soon I was on the carpet with my b*****r sitting astride my chest, the others pinning my arms and legs.