I now found myself hanging onto them as they walked and I stumbled. They too were feeling no pain but seemed to be holding their liquor better than I ...ould. Those "Hurricanes" were really taking effect. I asked where they were staying and they said they would probably go back to their ship though they had a few days liberty. I told them I was staying at the Hilton so they offered to see me back, since I could now hardly walk. By now I was hanging all over them and we all thought it was so. My heart hammered in my chest. I clenched my twat so hard as I pleasured him, aching to be filled by his shaft. I flicked my tongue up and down his tip, driving him wild.“Oh, fuck, yes,” he panted.“Are you going to cum on our faces?” Mom hissed. “Are you going to spurt your dirty spunk on my daughter's face. On mine?”“Are you, President Carver?” I moaned. “On your barely legal student's face?”“Yes!” he groaned. “Then you'll lick each other clean.”“We will,” I panted, our hands stroking his dick. Turning the page I saw….. A post stood, carved in ebony, with scenes of Asian men using and punishing women in various states of dress and nudity that made it clear they were from the Colonial Period, perhaps from the ill fated Boxer Rebellion to expel the Europeans. Chain bracelets were on the post, and whips hung from it, but the red headed girl who knelt before it was secured only by a while silk scarf, wrapped around her neck, and tied to the pole. She wore a green silk kimono, opened at. Thoughts of Dana and his mom crept through his mind. He couldn't getpast the images of them smoking as if it was the most normal thing inthe world for them to do. He wondered what it would be like to smoke infront of his mother. Would she smile at him the way he'd seen Dana'sparents smile at her? He'd give anything to know that feeling ofacceptance.He laid the remote control on the coffee table and got up from thechair. He started for the stairs but made a detour at the kitchen andtried to take.