Michael was close to telling his hazing big brother to go screw himself, but he hated the thoughts of disappointing his father. So, with a smile on hi...s face he got onto the floor and gave it a half hearted shot. No one seemed surprised when he kept tumbling over and finally crashed onto a coffee table.Amid the laughter from the older frat brothers and the other plebs Michael got up, forced a grin and started toward the bathroom."Whoa there, Wynton. Where do you think you're going?" asked David. "Will you please look at me?" begged Ryan.Playing with the pen, it shot out in front of her, hitting the table and skidding onto the floor. Matt jumped. She started laughing."You're drunk," said Ryan."Yeah? And you know what? I was having a good time until a couple of minutes ago!" she told him."Let's go somewhere where we can talk." How about... not!" she laughed."Jen, please! I know I hurt you, but you can't just give up on me, on us." You know what Ryan? If you had hit me, that would have. I learned that a strike team in disguise was going to get them inside the compound and they were all fluent in the local Spanish Central American slang where they were going.As I put the pieces together with what I learned from them and the tidbits from Frank, it came to me what they were going to do. They were going on a heist at a drug cartel headquarters.That was why they wanted them to be skilled in the close quarter hand to hand. Not only were they after data, they wanted the people that. I needed to finish up and get going to my afternoon college class. I finished ejaculating onto a table to show off my loads of cum and begun cleaning up. I like shouting out one of the guy's names as I climaxed. "Mark! Mark! Mark!" As I pumped out the last drops. I ran my fingers into the cum and raised it to my mouth to lick them off. Like I said earlier, I like an audience.But one guy, this time, called me a tease. He wasn't very kind and called me a few other things too. Normally, I'd ignore.