Chapter 72

JULIA

"Unghh, unghh," he groaned, releasing, his cum flooding her mouth, choking her.

"Swallow, whore," I whispered. "Never waste a drop of a Master's cum."

She was swallowing, desperately trying to keep up with Master's flood of cum.

The bellhop, wide eyed, asked me, "What would you like, Miss?"

The water was only up to my waist as I was standing beside Whore. He was trying not to stare at my breasts, nor the gulping slave beside me, with little success.

"I'll have a lime margarita, please, salt on the rim. Get her the same," pointing to Whore.

Whore sometimes drank them on poker nights, and the salted rim might meld well with Master's cum.

"And you, sir?" The bellhop asked. "What would you like?"

Master was just finishing his orgasm, still moaning slightly.

"I'll have a whiskey sour, please, thank you," hips still thru