...your yellin in my ear dude!". Ryan had made some comments too, about how lame I was to pass out and miss all the fun at the club. Telling me all ...the fun they had and all the women they had met...and HOW MANY PHONE NUMBERS THEY GOT!! :) Ryan headed into the bathroom saying "fucken A!...I gotta piss man!!" Scott layed on me...moaning some bullshit...as my hand was over his mouth to keep him from yelling in my ear. He tried several times to be as obnoxious as he could, the fuckin drunk!. I sped up my rhythm and was about to cum when she pushed hard against me sensing what was going to happen next. She broke free and fell onto her ass panting. There was drool running down her chin and onto her chest. I was kind of pissed off! There’s nothing worse than stopping right before you cum! What was this game we were playing? I know she was drunk, but she also had a plan when she came up here. Maybe I had crossed a line? “What the fuck is going on?” I asked. She stood up, wavering. It took about four hours to get all of the details worked out, and some of the girls swapped back and forth until everybody was happy with the distribution. The people too young to be included in this distribution would be accounted for on a case-by-case basis when they got old enough.The house was already getting crowded, so a community meeting was held and it was decided to build three more wings to the house. That way, everybody was conscious that he or she was still a member of the overall. She knew she'd done the right thing in putting himin a dress. The next morning before he got dressed Sarah tightened his corsetlaces. He thought he couldn't breathe, they were so tight, but soonhe got used to taking shallower breaths, and could handle it. As hewas hooking his bra he wondered how long Sarah intended on keepingthis up. He didn't know if he could take much more of it. The next three days went pretty well for him. Finally Friday cameand it was his last day of work. He had told.