She was too drained to go back home, so she found a hotel and got a room for the night. She bought a cheese steak and a bottle of brandy. The cheese s...teak never got unwrapped. The brandy did. She slept until 2:00 pm and awoke with a hideous dry mouth and throbbing head. She staggered into the bathroom. Jenny hated throwing up more than just about anything. But, her stomach was like a rolling sea. She hardly had to touch the back of her throat to get a small waterfall of ‘poison’ to shoot out of. Where was this heading? Showing their photos to this Mike could have repercussions.He took the smartphone from her. She had seen the doubt on his face. “All I want are shots of your lovely prick going into my mouth. Just make sure most of my face is hidden by my hair. I want no identification for anyone but him. Nothing his spiteful mind could post on social media.”“But how will he know it’s you?”She smiled up at him and pointed to her nose just above the left nostril. Brad frowned not knowing. However, he didn't. The door of the bedroom opened a bit more, and Tony sidled halfway into the room, fully dressed. He looked at my cunt, and what he could see of his brother's cock, and I could see from his face that it had had a powerful impact. Unfortunately, it wasn't the one I'd hoped for."I just can't do this, Mom," he yelled, and ran out of the room.Shit, clearly I should have gone for the gentler introduction to becoming a motherfucker that I had considered first. I wanted to get up,. On me.”I looked around to see a cute gentleman in his 60s. Mmmmmmmmm, I so dig older men.“Thanks, honey,” I sighed. “I’ll have a screwdriver, make it a double.”The bartender brought over the drink.I drank it straight down.Empty.“Another for the lady, whatever she desires. In fact, just start a tab and she can have whatever she likes.”I smiled.I still had a lot of drinking to do this evening.“Another double screwdriver, please,” I asked the bartender.He brought it over and I drank it straight.