I took a small sip. The taste was revolting. I gym gagged, dry heaving a little. I covered my mouth in fear of throwing up in Alan's room. Alan must've heard me. "It tastes like shit, but it'll knock out anything bad in your system. You'll feel better within the hour. Just in time for you to get ready." I didn't know what he meant by that, nor did I want to drink his “special” concoction. But if he was telling the truth, then I wouldn't mind. Just as long as it could get rid of this awful hangover. Taking sips was not going to work. It still tastes just as bad as if I took big gulps. I resigned to chugging the whole thing while pinching my asian nose. Ugh. Why was there so much? Even after I drank it all, the aftertaste lingered. It took all of my willpower to keep the questionable substance down. And that wasn't easy. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths until I felt okay. "Now there's a good boy," Alan said, entering the room. He had on a white dress shirt in with khakis and shoes to go with it. "I have to take care of some business this morning before I start the day." He was fixing the buttons from his left wrist collar. "In a few minutes, you'll be on your way back to Alexis. When you see her, you're going to tell her you have this incredible idea. That after talking with me and how you discovered I never married, you want her to marry me and live like a married couple for 24 hours. Got it?” Alan gave me a moment to let his words sink in. I must still be japanese drunk because I don't think I heard him correctly. "Wait, what...?" I mumbled. "I thought about it and you know what? She's never going to know what it's like to be married to a real man. It seems like a damn shame. She squealed and hopped around me and onto my lap in a single motion that almost made me dizzy. His sperm count is simply too low. To have his thick cock reaming my bowels. Both were a shade lighter than crimson, asian and looking at food plates to avoid eye contact. The guys dragged me out and we ran off before the police arrived. It is OK with us. Bonnie made it a point to shift herself ocassionally, rubbing her breast on my arm. “No-one but us got those free drink tickets… and I managed to japanese get ten!” His dick stirred in his jeans. Then left for a 1 week business trip in that 1week I kept thinking of her wet pussy and her big juicy tits. I did so, but marveled at her B+ boobs, in the very small bra that she was wearing. Bill thought for a minute about what she had said, looked out window at the trailer in case he was needed, and looked at the woman again. “Oh, yes, yes. “Have you ever even played badminton before?” Lorraine asked from the other end of the gym net. But, luck was with me. I called the last place and they had just gotten off the phone with a last-minute cancellation.