He was not missed, for he was known to be unpleasant when drunk. Other neighbours had come, though, and the wedding was well attended.The banquet was ...mpressive, with choice delicacies and old wines offered. Jugglers, jesters and other performers entertained the guests, and the mood was merry. As was his habit, Joerg did not imbibe. Nevertheless, he enjoyed himself greatly. Bjoern and Crescencia thawed considerably, too, while Thorben showed an exuberance that left poor Gudrun embarrassed.It. The conference room doors were closed, but the window shades were open.Inside, there were people sweeping the room with a variety of instruments(none of which she recognized). Standing outside the room and watching,were three oriental men in business suits. When she got close enough, shenoticed that she didn't get a new language from either of the closesttwo. The third, however, gave her a sensation she recognized. It was thesame feeling she had from her Gram - someone who speaks one language. I rarely enjoyed them and never drank the whole thing anyway. It was just a habit, I guess. After a few short minutes, the cafe's owner appeared again from the cafe’s door, just to let her lover out. I leaned to get a better look at who it was and I almost knocked out my cold coffee, spilling a little. By the time I cleaned up, the ginger stood there alone, looking straight at me. I didn’t quite expect that, but I held her gaze as she smiled a charming wide smile. She was actually quite pretty,. "Swallow, Leanne, drink, drink your Masters wine." The head of hispenis went further into my mouth until I was gulping, choking andburping on his unstoppable fountain as it poured down my throat,filling my empty stomach.I have no idea how long he peed in me, no idea that his cock wasgrowing and stiffening as he did it until I was debased, broken andutterly lost to him. I felt so thankful that the horrible experiencehad stopped that I didn't realise that his now hot stiff manhood wassliding back.