Fogg, you fill my arse wonderfully!"Passepartout began his conquest of Aouda's arse with a gently massage of her anus with his fingers; working his mi...dle finger slowly past her tight sphincter."Oh, yes, play with that," she cooed. "Small circles... YES!"Then Aouda surprised the Frenchman, taking his finger from her arse and putting in her mouth, sucking it. She smiled and gave the finger back."What's wrong?" Passepartout asked with some alarm, for he was concerned that he might have offended. He was scared but did not scream out or make any noise. I roughed him up a little while I demanded to know what he was doing there. He mumbled something, but I didn't hear what he was saying. I was looking him over to see if I could figure out what he was about. He was much younger than me, a really cute twink with smooth skin and very little body hair and a dark shoulder length head of hair. I grabbed him by his hair and told him to be quiet and go inside. He did as I said and after I got him. My friends did that too. Then we ate some chicken McNuggets because we like the way they taste!!! Then, I realized: I had forgotten to put my clothes on! Here I was, in the middle of the street, covered in blood and hamburger juice, naked. My friends were luckier because they had remembered their clothing. Oh, shit! I thought. Then the server lady ran out of McDonalds. WHAT THE FUCK DO U THINK YOURE DOING! NO SHOES NO SHIRT NO SERVICE NOT TO MENTION NO PANTS OR UNDERPANTS! So she started. I stood up and walked and shook his hand and I immediately noticed him inspecting my body, his eyes going down to the hem of my tight skirt, luxe legs and the sexy stilettos. I turned around and he had a good view of my behind, swaying my hips a bit more then usual, I sat on my chair. Rob sat in front of my desk and Cindy left. I discussed his divorce case with him. We were discussing when Robert chuckled and said, "Such details, I might have been more comfortable over a glass of wine". I.