And as they slept, there was stirring and grasping and now and then, someone would move to find another warm, wet place to put their hands or their co...ks. Sara came several times during the night, once because she and Bev were loving each other. She heard one of the men gasp in orgasm when she was sure no one was fucking either her or Bev, but she never mentioned it.When the morning came, they rose slowly, made coffee and breakfast, made love again and finally, left for their various jobs.. "Can I have a table for four?" asked Andy as we went in."I'm sorry," said the Maitre d' in English, "but you don't look old enoughto be able to pay."Andy discreetly took out his wallet and showed the snotty man that he hadenough for several meals."Very good, follow me." Not even an apology," I fumed quietly to Helen."I know, and he switched to English." Do you mind if we speak French," asked Andy, keeping in French. "Iwouldn't want to appear ignorant in front of my friends." As you wish," he. She was sure he was feeling mixed emotions. Confusion as to what last night meant as well as this realization that he was about to cheat on his girlfriend last night when she'd been cheating on him for some time."Yea. Me too, I'm sorry I took that phone call. I'm sorry I didn't take you upstairs and make love to you. I'm sorry I let you leave my lap... but I'm not sorry she broke up with me. I mean, if I wanted to do all those things with you, then what kind of boyfriend am I... or was I?" He. It was all I could doto keep from grabbing them, from grabbing her fine ass. But that wasn'tpart of the game. How I wished she would just take me and make me hers.How I longed to worship her pussy, to be her slave. Damn, how I wishedI could just be Erika.But none of that would ever happen. I was who I was, Chris Taylor, a 30year old guy who loved all things silky and sexy. Erika had no idea ofmy fetishes, of my desire to not only be her friend and lover, but tobe her sissy slave. I had many.