Drink from the cup

Nobody has instructed you to do anything yet, so you just sit tight and try to ignore both the man ejaculating into a wine glass next to your shoulder, and the little sexual squeaks of excitement that your mother is making while watching it happen.

Of course, inevitably, the glass is handed to you.

"As fresh as it gets, my lady." The chef announces proudly, pulling his softening penis back into his pants.

You study the semen in the glass. It's uniformly white, and way more than any man should be able to ejaculate on his own. It doesn't even look real. It looks like liquid cake icing, or some sort of very cloudy lemonade.

It won't taste like either of those, though.

You can sense, though, that nothing good will coming of refusing, this time. You've already consumed enough of this man's semen over the course of this meal to be able to convince yourself that some more isn't the end of the world.

And so, trying as hard as possible not to let your nerves show, you down the entire disgusting 'drink'.{if@ images > 1}

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