The French provincial decor was tired and trite. Giselle dictated the seating at our square table, with herself on my right and Margot on my left. It ...as like parents letting a child sit at the head of the table on his birthday.The food and wine were superb, but the conversation was mundane; politics, the weather, you know the sort of thing. Giselle's history of the firm and its traditions nearly put me to sleep. It didn't get interesting until we were part way through our second bottle of. Something was attached to the ring in her clit. When she got out of the van, she realized it must be a chain or leash of some sort as she found herself being pulled by the clit, leading her where they wanted. Chapter 3 Once they got out of the van, her arms were tied behind her back, up to the elbow. She could tell they were outside and walked quite a way before being led up some stairs and through a door. While they were walking, she heard traffic and voices and felt her face turning quite. We all clapped.Next to lose was Raj. Sameer asked Raj to mimic someone. Raj mimicked me. He did a good job. I pretended to make a face and we all laughed heartily. I asked Raj to pose as if he is “Mister India”. He removed his shirt and banyan and showed his muscle in that typical pose.When I lost, Sameer asked me to do a cat walk. I had seen some girls doing it on the TV show. So I did my best to twist my hips as I walked. When I reached closer to Sameer, I bent so as to thrust my bums sexily. I discovered that when I was on my back with mylegs raised up against a wall with my hands behind my thighs. I couldpull my crotch toward my face. And with a pillow under my head it wasfairly easy to pull my cock into my wide open mouth.I realized pretty quickly that sucking your own cock was all about suckingcock. Not getting a blowjob. No not at all. It was pure cock sucking thatwas on my mind. The taste of my cock. The smell of my cock.The way my cock got harder and thicker as I sucked it..