I was about to put my flaccid member away, when I heard Jacqueline’s voice from behind me, “Would you like a hand?” Jacqueline walked up from be...hind, grabbed my cock, and started kissing my neck. I became instantly hard in her hand. Once fully erect, she turned me around, got on her knees and took the full length of my cock into her delicious warm mouth. I almost lost my load instantly, obviously due to Jacqueline’s teasing through the evening. While Jacqueline was sucking my cock, she grabbed. Finally, after what seemed like hours of cruel groping by all those strange men, I delivered the beer to John.He glared at me and snarled, "It took you long enough! This fucking beer better not be warm!"My only possible response was to stand there and cry quietly while he sipped his beer and everyone laughed at my suffering.I was afraid that the others would take turns sending me back through the crowd one at a time to get them all a fresh beer. I'm not sure if that wouldn't have been better. Mrs. Parker was on her back on the living room coffee table again, one of the boy’s, the one with the thicker cock, maybe Thomas? Was slamming it into her cunt like a madman, he had her legs up near his shoulders holding her ankles tightly; you could just see the bottom of his chin. Someone else had her arms held out stretched back past her head and going off the frame. The safety pins were still stuck in her nipples, but several others were also decorating her tits which shifted and bounced. "Enough, do you think?" McAllister asked the stick.McAllister sensed approval from the talisman for what he did, but it seemed uncertain if the extent were enough."Well, then, go slowly," McAllister told it, silently.Time slowed for McAllister, as his stick began working a contest of wills. His perception returned to normal, though the room dimmed, and the familiar sense of cold permeating everything without McAllister returned. The golden nimbus around the ivory rod McAllister held encompassed.