The tea -- was he drugged? Is this all somestrange plot -- a human sacrifice? Would he wake up in some foreign placewith no name, passport, money and ...e forced to be a prostitute to earnmoney to get home?Nah, that's ridiculous! Happens only on "TV" soaps.Gypsy reached over the table and took both his hands. "Relax, Tom, itwill soon be over. There is nothing dangerous in the tea, just someherbs. You will get what you deserve for being a gentle person in a worldof savages."At that point, Tom. I turn and catch the eye of the groom-to-be. Motioning him over, I pull his ear down to my lips and say, “a special treat just for you…your last chance to suck the nipples of someone other than your bride.” I’m pretty drunk by this time, and my judgment is somewhat impaired as I remove my bra, and the roar of the crowd reaches fever pitch. I wasn’t sure if he’d do it, but the future groom leans in and runs his tongue over my nipples, slowly, one at a time. He then lays me back, shakes some. I gasped slightly at the sight of Beau’s cock. It was as big around as a beer can and twice as long. Staring at them, I couldn’t help myself, moving my hand down into the front of my shorts and rubbing my pussy as I began to bump and grind. My pussy was creamy wet and my clit pulsated with desire. There was no turning back now. Pushing my cutoffs all the way down, I kicked them across the room leaving me in just my panties. I continued to dance but added a twist by running my hand down into my. We kissed softly again, then more firmly. I could feel very firm breasts pushed up against my chest, and as we kissed more longingly, my arms moved down and clasped her backside. Her high heels lifted her pelvic bone to the height of my crutch, and as I massaged her ass through the fine silkiness of the black dress, I pulled her front against me. My cock half hardened at the feel of her body and she must have felt its shape pushing into her. She let go slightly, and for a moment I thought I’d.