Please forgive me”, I said in absolute embarrassment and despair.I stood up and took my hand off my still throbbing cock and was about to walk towar... the door when she suddenly leaned against the vanity and pulled her nighty swiftly up and off and tossed it at me. “Fine. One look. I hope this helps, because it’s never happening again.” I knelt in front of her and looked up at the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Her C-cup breasts capped with dark, silver dollar-sized areola and rock hard. Thus, Frenchie performed a valuable service for the Americans and supported herself and her aging grandmother at the same time. Her primary problem was that as she learned more and more English, her ability to argue against the Regime and the foreigners in her country led her customers to reach the same conclusion her fellow villagers had already made.Frenchie was most definitely a V.C.Now, Frenchie really did not know what a communist was supposed to do. All she knew was that there were good. "Yes, Sir, that's me," and she smiled a crooked smile. And that Sir again! "Monica, I am sorry if I embarrassed you... I just don't have a lot of experience at this sort of thing. I am sure you have dealt with other less-than-observant men, can you help me make a good guess?" Monica stood up straight and looked him in the eye , "I am sure I can, Sir. Now, let me ask you a few questions and we'll get this figured out. First, how tall is your girl friend?" "About two inches shorter than me, I. I was shocked, but neither made any threatening noises, so I just watched them as they watched me.At her pause, I interrupted, "You never told anyone?" Hey, it's just a story, right?" Miranda said with a smile. She continued:The two were male. After a while, one of them leaned back and a pretty impressive cock was sticking straight up. Don't get me wrong, he was a pile of whitish hair, but his cock was about sixteen inches, straight as an arrow, and without any hair at all. He started stroking.