" I'm sure I will be too," I agreed.Mark took me past the huge kitchen to their beautiful living room, whichwas a couple of steps lower and overlooked...the backyard patio and poolthrough floor-to-ceiling windows. "Make yourself comfortable," hesuggested.'It's not easy feeling comfortable around here,' I thought. Maybe it wasbecause I never knew anyone else who had money, or perhaps it wasbecause I wanted so badly to make a good impression on Mark's family -but I definitely had a big problem with. As I pulled out, she moaned about how sensitive her pussy was feeling, so I reached down with one hand and rubbed her wet lips and clit. Curling two fingers, I slipped them inside of her and started fingering her deeply, rubbing her g-spot with my fingertips and her clit with the palm of my hand. That was when she really started moaning. She slurred something about being too sensitive, but that's when her pussy becomes even more fun to tease. I fingered her faster and sucked her nipples hard.. If one were to pass him in the street or even sit next to him on a train they would not find him interesting enough to even start a conversation beyond "Hello" "Goodbye" "Excuse me" and a simple "thank you".Claude had only one special skill that set him apart from the millions of French citizens that populated the City of Love. He was absolutely irreplaceable to the firm of Beauchamp, DeLorean and Sons, LTD, purveyors of fine perfumes formulated in the basement of the mysterious Doctor Henri. While buttoning my jacket, and without looking up, I told her it was in the spice drawer. Rachel stood there for a moment watching my hands slowly work the buttons."I think she has a girlfriend," she said softly.I raised my face and brushed the hair from my eyes."Pardon?"Rachel stood staring at me, not smiling, but giving me an almost sympathetic expression. I had been fighting back my tears, something I'd become good at over the last few years.She shrugged."She's probably not... you know....