I don't know how long thiswent on but after a while I was so exhausted my legs began shakinguncontrollably and I lost my balance and slipped in a pool...of mud andcum. They took this as an indication it was time to get some beers soone headed off to an all night liquor store while the others took meover to a picnic table where I was bent over allowing easy access to mymouth and pussy, and bound my wrist and ankles to the legs of thetable. I was covered in cum with from head to toe and I could. "We knew that," I reminded him, "See who wears the trousers," I said motioning at Desmond who wore striped pyjamas and whose cock had just hove into view through his flies at half mast as Lionel appeared. "No way am I sucking that!" Sandra said as she peered at Desmond's cock which was still smeared with brown around the root from their last session. "Go home!" Lionel demanded and he strode up to me, "Go home you Neanderthal!" he said in my face so I decked him, smack, upper cut to the chin and. Loren nudged me, and said, "I have a feeling they're planning some kind of blowout since this is the last performance."We both started raptly watching the three women. The bride was once again wearing the tear-away frumpy dress, and the bridesmaids were also back in the same outfits. The first part of their routine was mostly a repeat of what they had done for the men, ending with the bridesmaids being naked except for their stockings and shoes. They each allowed themselves to be groped by the. Uncle Charlie nodded thoughtfully. "I recognized the Chief of Staff – he's kind of distinctive, with that van Dyke of his. So the other is the nation's chief tax collector? That was an even bigger meeting than I thought, and when I saw ol' Smitty in there, I was already prepared to bolt for Blairsville." He sighed. "Maybe I'm gettin' a mite old for this sort of thing."And on into the night, the deliberations continued. Again and again the names "Tanya Shiell" and "Candy Canyon" came up.The next.