I was far more worried about my supposed friends who might choose this opportunity of my being exposed in the open to put the final nail in my coffin....A real coffin this time and not a bogus one.We rested without much talk in the quiet solitude of the single row. Most of the rest of the cabin was filled with the sound of American tourists chattering about Rome this or Florence that and what a great shot someone had of the ruins of the Coliseum.Olga dropped off into a restless sleep and I. “Fuck shes a nasty cock sucker”, he informed his mates, hardly required as most eyes, including my brothers were watching my mouth work on him.I could feel dicks all around my face. One on each side poking me near my cheeks and ear, while one was poking me at the back of my neck. Before long I could feel my tormentors balls tighten, a certain sign he was about to cum. “Look at me slut, look at me when I fuck your pretty mouth” he grunted in excitement. I gave him a submissive look and could see. A red thong nd bra set and black 6inch heels. My cleavage was clearly visible and my boobs too. I was looking like a fuckable slut. I reached the party, and guys were just dumbstruck watching me. There were guys all over me. They were offering me drinks, cigarettes. Soon I hit the dance floor. I had arund 4-5 vodka tonics and was pretty drunk. On the dance floor I was enjoying myself. I was literally surrounded by guys. There were a lo of foreign guys in the party & I so wanted get fucked by. She felt responsible; she could answer for her actions, if confronted by authority. All day, Jim had kept an eye on Alice, and was pleased that she was taking such good care of Pamela. For the most part, Pamela ensured that the leash was never taut. A part of her wanted to be dragged; a strong part of her wanted to be led naked on a chain clamped to her labia, but she knew the situation. Right now, and upon reflection later, it was enough of a thrill being on a leash while wearing a nametag.