When we woke, it was still raining and coming down hard. We had breakfast and watched the weather through the windows. We were keeping the lights off ...r covered from the road as a precaution. It rained for two days solidly. We spent another day inside to let things dry out a little and to allow any who wanted to get out and investigate early a chance to do that and let us see them.We saw and heard nothing. During that afternoon, we sat in the back area tanning naked. Maria said she wanted me to. They were all in. The ring used to remove them was all that remained outside of my body. I laid back on the bed and took a few deep breaths. Then I took my other hand and used it to rub my clit. "Oh fuck," I gasped as I rubbed my clit. "I'm going to cum." Two fingers found their way into my soaked pussy and I fingered myself, the wet, squishy sounds filling the room. My nipples were so hard at this point I think they could have cut glass. And my clit, oh my clit. It was as though I could feel. There was cross dresser a few years back and the entire experience put him off raping women for almost an entire year. He brought out his switchblade and cut away the crotch of her panties. Good. She was wet. The bitch wanted to be raped. Well, he'd oblige her. He took out his prick and entered her easily."Let's see what you look like," said Norm and reached for the woman's sunglasses."Please don't. N-not that," she begged. "I've injured my eyes and I'm afraid it's not at all attractive." Norm. "As picturesque as Marseille was, both Cassandra and I really wanted to get the hell out of there. So after a quick catered lunch on the balcony overlooking the harbor, we took limos to the airport and boarded the Gulfstream jet. And soon we were in the air heading for America.I'd taken two transatlantic plane rides in the past month or so. The first one had been from Athens to New York, when Cassandra had first come to fetch me home. And the second had been just days ago, flying off to Paris.