Does a man humiliate himself when his wife gives him orders like I justdid in the restaurant?"No, Lady." A tear fell on my chest.You leaned forward a...d in a single action pulled my panties down to myknees."Does a man have no hair on his crotch or legs?" you asked. (All my hairfrom my waist down of course was shaved by me regularly at her command.)I silently shook my head back and forth, trying to hold back my tears ofshame. However, my cock remained fully erect and was twitching in. She comes over to me, unties me, and flips me onto my back, strapping my legs to my chest. The second guy comes back over and starts to push his head in again. The first guy goes back to fucking my mouth, getting it down my throat now with the new position. After about 10 minutes of pain and pleasure, the guy fucking my throat gets ready to cum. I hear him softly moaning, and his cock selling in my throat. He thrusts hard a few more times, and doves his cock down my throat shooting load after. I had to... oh my god.A Man.With a dick.Not just any man. A handsome man. Dreamy, tall, broad shouldered, witha shock of sandy brown hair and deep brown eyes that sparkled in thenoon light. My knees went weak at the sight off him.My breath caught in my throat. My brain was a clamor of emotions. Istumbled, the toe of my stiletto pumps catching on the sidewalk andsending me plummeting forward, tits first. I crashed hard.Oh my god. Hot shame washed over me. Here was this man, this. The lady who clapped came across and introduced herself as Madame Cecille du Bois.“And you are?” she askedMyfanwy curtseyed. “Myfanwy, Madame.”“And you are one of the new English girls, yes?”“Yes, Madame. Me and Josephine,” Myfanwy replied, indicating her friend.“But neither of you are English,” Cecille du Bois went on, looking towards Josephine.“No, Madame,” Myfanwy smiled, “I am Welsh and Josephine is American.”“Welsh,” Madame du Bois repeated thoughtfully. “Ah! Pays de Galles. You are here.