’‘Oh,’ Roseanne said. She blushed. ‘Yes, we do.’‘Here. Help me mix these drinks. By the time we’re done they’ll be back.’They had ju...t sat down with their cups when the two men arrived back, just as Delilah had predicted.‘Hey! Did you get everything?’ she called out.‘Yeah,’ James said, setting down a case of iced tea coolers.Benji slipped his shoes off and came to sit by Roseanne. She did her best to seem casual and natural, but she was hyper-aware of his body beside her. She tried to think of. He was still driving erratically, and it was a miracle we hadn’t crashed yet. “Did you like it?” I asked, eagerly awaiting his assessment. “Second-best I’ve ever had.” Jesus smiled back, the hint of a challenge in his eyes. “Let me guess,” I smirked as I hiked up my dress, “Lucy.” “Yeah,” Jesus chuckled as he guided me onto his lap, “but don’t get yourself down, kid; you can’t compete with her.” “I guess not,” I conceded, “but you have her on lease for…what, a week?” “Two if I convince you to. Unknown to her, Marcia was the model we would use on most of the Cote d'azur beaches. Mothers, grand mothers even grand fathers were our 'watchers'. A small stipend was paid and a sort of reward if any lead or tip about a suspicious person or group was made. Sure, we had many false alarms, but the value from a legitimate one far outweighed any problems. S E France was no longer the paradise the slavers had been used to.This did not solve my problems with the girls. Both moved in with Marcia.. Do you know how to French Kiss? I nodded. She pushed me gently onto the bed and pulled my pants off, laying on my back my stiffy stood out like a flagpole from body. I watched as she unclipped her bra and let her tits swing free. They were two of three times bigger than my girlfriend’s and those nipples were so long. Next, she slid her knickers down and smiled at me, still wearing the stockings, suspenders and the high-heeled shoes, she climbed onto the bed beside me. “Well you go down there.