“Ah, Madame Jean. We have been waiting for your arrival,” said the young concierge in heavily accented English. “Monsieur Jacque has upgraded...his normal suite to the Paris Suite while you are here. I trust you will enjoy your stay with us and since Monsieur Jacque is already our guest, you do not have to wait for your room. Here is your room key card, and I will gladly escort you to your suite.”I don’t know if it was just because I was now in Paris or that the men are better at concealing. The county jail was liberal in their lawyer/defendant privacy and didn’t interfere with their meetings and did not allow any recordings of the conferences either video or audio.The one prisoner that had been remanded to the much harsher State prison upstate had been gone now for two nights and they had not filled the empty bed in their cell. Meg had already forgotten the woman’s name, but she remembered the shock on her face when she got the news that she was being sent to the terrible place. He suddenly started sucking my cock again. His mountainous manly body engrossed in my pleasure. He paused again.I looked down at him he spoke. "I do like you, you've made me laugh unlike anyone in a while. Can we try and make this work and maybe you could grant me my freedom and we could be together?"He stood up. Shuffled me towards the toilet in his suit jacket shirt and shoes. Then mounted me. He held my GIS cock and his arse ate it up as he sat on it. My GIS went into overload as he started. Fortunately, because President Dean's policies were indiscriminate and wisely prevented women from achieving supremacy, men quickly accepted the new normal.President Dean was beloved by the American people for her beauty and intelligence. After graduating from Harvard at twenty with a degree in political science, she went into politics and quickly climbed the ladder. She shattered John F. Kennedy's record for youngest president, having taken office at thirty-six. Yet, despite all, even she.