He handed me a towel and motioned me to the nearest table. “For privacy,” he stated.Now I was really embarrassed and a little bit angry. Did he ...ffer me the towel to cover up during the massage because I am an American? Harkening to my desire to act French while in Paris I thought to myself, 'I am a retired Parisian model not some dumb American.' I smiled at him and placed the folded towel on the chair next to the table with no intention of using it. Facing him, I opened my robe and removed. Without preparation, I clip one on each nipple. You gasp. You gasp harder when I tighten the screws two turns. You yelp when I tighten them one more.I reach for the rope when I see a bag at the foot of the desk. I pull it over and open it up. It must be your sex toy bag, because there is another vibrator and butt plug in it. And, surprise, surprise, there is a nubuck flogger with a wooden handle and a short rattan cane. I hold the flogger and cane up so that you can see, but you just lower your. . nice. But she smiled toherself to think of her former life, loitering outside her paramour'swindow, hoping for a glimpse.How far she'd come from those days; and how near to them she was still.But what if she were to sleep with this man? What then?She missed the days when such matters wouldn't really have concernedher; the freedom of promiscuity she'd possessed as a commoner. As a manshe had taken what was freely given. As a woman, especially as a memberof the upper class, it was all so. The short strip-tease did what it was designed to do, I again had an erection throbbing with heat. I watched her eyes trace my entire body, coming to rest at my cock. Her eyes were glazed as she reached out and pushed my cock to the side with one finger. It sprang back at her with her release, and I decided I was going to touch her too.My hand stretched toward my sister, finding her thigh. I gently caressed her warm soft skin, it felt very inviting. I slid my fingers up and down her lovely.