“Yes!” I answered, enthusiastic and much too quick. “Yes, I did, Erin.” “Good,” she purred, her hand rubbing in circles over my nipple and...sending the most delicate ripples on a journey down my stomach, where they washed ashore between my legs, “I’m glad you did. It was your first night, after all. Kiss me good morning?” “You - you’ve got drool on your chin.” She had, and a lot. It glistened in the soft morning light flittering in through the gaps in the blinds. “Your face is all flushed,” she. The panties were made in reverse to the suspender-belt. The lace panels were at the sides, the oh so delicate nylon at the front and back. To feel the soft clinging of the flimsy, almost gossamer touch of the nylon material around my straining cock and under the sac of my scrotum was like a delicious torture that, despite the agony of my position, despite the knotted up cramp in my stomach at the prospect of the weekend before me, set my heart beating even faster, my skin crawling and reacting. "Tom cleared his throat and said, "It was something like thirty million or so, I'm not really sure. All I know is that they were very happy, and my parents and my Aunt and Uncle all quit their jobs and we moved in the matter of a few weeks." I knew something was different about all of you guys. Your sister and Kim are so nice and cool, not like the spoiled little shits that come around the club in the summer. Some of those little bitches won't even say hi to my brothers or me."Tom saw a sign. The day before the party, I contacted the client who was paying me for the bachelor party and got all of the information that I needed. When I had booked the engagement with my client, we thought it would be more convenient for me to be in the same hotel, so the following evenings entertainment would be held at the Mirage in two combined suites. I was supposed to be one of three girls that they had planned for the evening. The party was going to start at 9pm, so the other two girls and I met.