‘Please.’ She set her glass on the table, sliding into the seat next to him at the same time. Making a show of looking him up and down, the smile ...never left her face. ‘Rumor has it that you ordered this drink.’ ‘Rumor could be right.’ He really was attractive, from the other side of the bar, it had been hard to tell. His face looked chiseled from stone, combined with broad shoulders and eyes that oozed confidence, he was just the type of man she went for. ‘How’d you know it was my favorite?’. He must have already shot into her mouth as I saw cum leaking over her lips, but Shola kept spurting. Another couple of shots, much less forceful, landed on her face. Her nose and eyes got most of it as Shola stroked his monster, milking all of his load onto Timi. My pussy started to tingle as I watched.Then my attention went back to where her pussy was getting stuffed. Abuchi was panting and moaning, close to cumming himself. His thrusting was more irregular now, though harder. Timi reached. It wouldn't bother me for people to know about the affair. It might be a little hard on you since many of them are our friends, but I don't give that a second thought really. He was grunting some and trying to stay quiet, but a saw someone pause in front of the door and listen. They could surely see me as well as I could see them. He began arching his hips and breathing fast when he finally popped in my mouth holding my hair roughly in a messy knot. His cum hot my shirt and I had to rub it off. This was an expression that Jacqui had never heard before but the gloating of the Doms and the fearful glances of the Subs told her that this was one of the private, and spectacular, rituals of the Hang Out Club. Judging from the various reactions it was also something special which did not often happen.The Dom handcuffed the unfortunate girl with her hands behind her back and then positioned her on the whipping frame, but not with her arse or belly in the air as Jacqui had expected; She was.