A bit too easy

You move on to the next cock in line, still solidly ready from your recent performance as you take him into your mouth. You bob for several minutes, and he deposits his dose on your tongue, then tucks his penis away promptly. That wasn't so bad either.

You barely give yourself enough time to swallow before scooting down to the next waiting man and engulfing him. He allows you to give him the same standard meat and potatoes blow job, without so much as a single deep throat, in the 10 or so minutes it takes him to start filling your mouth.

Are these the same people fucking your **** ass out in the main hall? You think to yourself as you begin working the next cock. The only minor complaint is that they shoot off without warning, but beyond that this seemed like a perfectly fine way to get your medicine. Even if the doses seem a bit small to your usual.

As you suck down varying lengths of dicks for varying lengths of time, losing track of how many of the same pair of business suit slacks ejaculate into your mouth, you begin to theorize why you might be having such an easy time. Donations appear to be allowed at meetings, but interruptions are not. If you want to donate or solicit them, do so quietly.

A man gets roughly shushed for calling you a stupid cum dumpster and slamming your head down as he finishes. This shocks you out of your reverie and confirms your suspicions as you struggle to accommodate him and swallow without gagging and getting shushed yourself.

As you recover from the quick reminder that these people can be mean, you take stock of how many people still have their dick out to signal your attention. Only a few still remain. You recognize a couple as ones you may have done before for all you remember and you recognize your father's cock standing proudly again and waiting for you. You notice the speaker of the droning presentation has changed, so he must be done with his part.

You glance at the remaining cocks and your father's and decide who should go next.