Jason sat opposite her and reached for his glass. He studied her face as if to burn the image into his memory as he sipped the warm spirit and felt it... course downhis throat, his taste buds telling him that it was strong liquor before his stomach accepted the warming nectar.He savoured the delicious thrill as he heated up internally, the bourbon working on him like an internal radiator. Jason swilled the remaining liquor around in his glass, marvelling at the almost oily way it clung momentarily. I had never had anyone lick me out before, and I enjoyed the feel of his stubbled cheeks and roving tongue. In what felt like seconds I was cumming harder than I ever had, and the whole time he had his tongue jammed up my pussy, riding the waves of my orgasm stroke by stroke. The ride was far from over though, and after he let me come back to earth, he hoisted himself up and put the weight of his gorgeous body on mine. His tongue in my ear, he asked me if I knew what rum did to the taste of his. I excused myself to the men's room. On the way back to the table, I felt that pit back in my stomach wondering if someone, like maybe Derek, would be there talking to Becky. It turned me on and worried me at the same time.When I could see our booth from a distance, I could tell Becky was talking to someone. 'Crap, it's got to be him,' I thought. I sneaked around where she couldn't see me. I hated spying, but I wanted to be prepared for what I might see.'Whew', it wasn't Derek, it was a woman.. "It was only then that the four of them cooled down enough to notice that Bruiser was standing in the middle of the room stark naked wearing nothing but a condom. The group laughed as Bruiser grabbed his jeans and held them up in front of him."Uh, I'm gonna go get dressed now," he muttered, grabbing a shirt and clean underwear from his chest of drawers.When Bruiser was finally gone, Barclay gathered Ally's clothes from the floor and tossed them at her. "Here, you get dressed too," he commanded,.