I wonder how she might react to the prospect of, say, erotic bondage, but with no sex, of a woman -- and if that might be a way to interest her in sex...with women?"Marie reached into a drawer and took out club pictures of the women. Those pictures included the bar girls. Betty's, indeed, was stunning. While I couldn't quite explain why, she, even in her forties, could be on the cover of Cosmopolitan more easily than any of the others, even my love--not that Carol couldn't get there.Next, Marie. Once in the room the manageress Susan explained how things worked. She was very polite and made us feel at home. She told us that this weekend was very quiet due to the school holidays and that about seven couples including us were expected. We were free to just meet and chat with people and that no pressure would be put on us. At 8pm we made our way down to the main bar and we could hear the music playing. Upon entering the bar we noticed a few more numbers than we had expected but everybody. My family had come up for a big party. They had rented a room at the Brass Rail; so much for spending the night with Jeff. We wouldn't be back from dinner until late.The food was wonderful. The meal seemed endless nonetheless.The most memorable event was before we ordered. Jeff and I saw Arnault come into the room and we both started to giggle and held each other while we shook from laughter until we could gain control of ourselves. My family thrilled to the rewards of Arnault's French-accent. The anus also went into a tight spasm gripping my fingers tightly. Time had lost its meaning and what seemed like an endless moment I could feel her relaxing her grip . She was breathing heavily and with both her hands pulled my head deep into the depths of her groin. It was with great dicfficulty that I was able to holdmyself from coming as I wanted more.I chose this moment to turn her on her back and placed my tight prick at the mouth of her cunt. She was waiting for me . She pulled her legs.