Of course not

Thora felt used. She’d just sucked three cocks on her knees, in a quarter of an hour, and she was still naked, cum dripping down her face onto her tits and in full view of the entire room. As the lust lifted and the oxygen came back to her brain, she started to feel embarrassed by her position. Then ashamed. She couldn’t believe how much she’d enjoyed being a communal flesh light, but she needed time to think, away and alone. She picked herself up, forgetting the drinks on the table, and started staggering for the bathroom to wash her face. As she fought her way through the crowd of men, hands reached out to her impressive chest, roughly groping both her tits. She didn’t fight them off. A hard slap came down on her arse cheek, leaving it stinging, and she yelped. A large red faced man staggered in front of her, blocking her path.

“Hey bitch, where’s my drink? I thought you were meant to be keeping us topped up!”

Fear rose again in Thora’s chest. Her numb mind fought through her confusion, and eventually managed to remember the tray she’d left behind. Her head down, she mumbled some excuse and turned back to get it. She’d get this guy his drink, go and wash her face, and regroup.

Thora felt a hand grab her shoulder and shove her roughly forwards.

“Stupid slut, can’t even remember how to serve drinks!”

It was the same large man, easily holding her bent over with one hand, standing behind her.