The best man fucks the bride

A forest of hands shot up, and Rachel made a show of looking over each of the volunteers, before she spied a tall obese man wearing a stained Superman t-shirt, and with a scraggly beard that did nothing to hide his splotchy face. It was the comic book store owner.

"Ah yes, you look like a better candidate than Mitchell!" Rachel cried triumphantly, and the man licked his lips and began to make his way forward, stopping only to receive some high fives from his friends.

He arrived at front and stood in front of Tanya, salivating and with the stench of sweat wafting on his body. Even Rachel had to take a small step back, but recovered her poise enough to then turn and ask the audience a question.

"I like you more in this than that pony-girl outfit!" he said, in what he possibly meant to be a compliment, but instead felt like a slap across her face.

"Of course, like any good doll, she has three holes to choose from!" Rachel called out.

The crowd cheered.

"Mitchell, please choose the hole this man will fuck your sex doll in." Rachel then said, matter-of-factly.