There was no physical abuse, but the strain was still there.Each evening of the conference different groups would go out to dinner then usually to som... night spot for dancing and conversation. With the exception of myself and a couple of others, most would also be drinking their alcoholic beverage of choice. I had not consumed any alcohol for several years due to the situation at home.The final night of the conference, before we were to leave the next day, a group of us decided to just hang out. There wasn't much I could say to comfort them; previous attempts to chat up the barmaid while under the influence of alcohol had also been frowned on, but they had not learned their lesson.I have to admit that with my experience of working the other side of the bar, I also had very little sympathy for them; it was a difficult enough job working in a noisy and smoky atmosphere when each customer expected immediate and accurate service, without being abused as well.I was a little bit sad; my. "Ladies, you may use any means to arouse your man! Ready, set, GO!"Two of the women tentatively touched the cocks dangling beside them and jerked hands back as if they had touched hot surfaces. Alex's partner, a blonde ironically wearing a Brigham Young University tee shirt, went immediately to work massaging his dick and balls. Innocent bystanders would have mistaken this for a sports event, given all the cheering, had it not been for the amazing spectacle unfolding on three stages... three. There was small dupatta that I always carry with me. I told him to bring it from my draw. The idea was to give him my shirt and cover myself with the dupatta till he comes back with my dry shirt. He left without a question.I went inside the toilet and removed my shirt. I was in my bra. I decided not wash the entire shirt but only the part where there were stains.I started the pipe and started filling up the bucket with water. I was about to wash but to my horror the toilet door opened and the.