“Bonsoir, mademoiselle,” said a well-groomed gentleman, bowing as I entered. He was in his late forties, with a neatly trimmed mustache and hairst...le.“Bonsoir, Alain,” I replied, striding past him to survey the turnout. Sunday night was usually a mixed bag for other places, but we always did well. “How are we looking for this evening?”“Excellent, as always, mademoiselle.” The Frenchman maintained an eloquent expression, but the proud glint in his eye never escaped me. Alain had been with me. He treats me well and he never yells at me."Her twin brother and sister, Billy and Janie, got on extensions and asked a million questions. They were then 15; just a bit younger than Leslie had been when she began her training as a slut. The twins seemed to envy her for getting away.Leslie's father grabbed the phone from his wife and instantly started yelling at Leslie. "How could you do this to your mother. She's been crying for years over your ass. Where the hell are you?"Tears had begun. She seemed okay with that, so I sprung for a thin strap-on dildo. She was still not into that, but she would give my ass a good going over if we used it as a dildo, without the straps. This went on for a while, with me dreaming of her coming in and telling me that it was time for her to give my ass a good fucking. However, the only time I got the anal action I wanted was when I requested it.Then, last Valentine's Day, she really surprised me with one of the most sexually exciting times of my. Main nidhal hokar uski breast per sir rakh kar let giya 5 minutes kay baad main usper say utha aur uskay barabar main let giya thuri der leta raha phir main nay apna lund uskay mounh main diya usnay chos chos kar mera lund saaf kia main nay uskay dopatay say uski choot ko saaf kia aur uskay sath let kar uski breast ko masalnay laga woh meray lund ko ragarnay lagi mera lund phir khara hogiya aur Main nay usay kaha kay woh ghori ban jaay woh ghori ban gae main uskay pechay giya aur apna lund uski.