"Bon jour, Helen." Where is Céci?" Céci was the drafter who worked with the details of the plans and related materials."She went out to get a baguet...e." Marie looked out the window. "Here she comes, now."Shortly, Céci, her drab dress and mousy hair appeared with not one, but two baguettes. Coffee was poured and they sat down at a table in front of the window, overlooking the Place."As I told you on the phone last Friday, we got the Schellen project, the Wald Sauna," Helen began, "I'll have. Neither my body nor my hair had in all my life been washed with more than cold water. It is hard now to recall how luxurious felt clean clothes upon my poor body. Over the following days and weeks, during which I was given menial tasks and responsibilities, my condition improved and when I saw myself in one of the fine mirrors of her household I saw a new woman. I never left her employ after that. Mistress Pickles’ house was, I was to discover, a salon for ladies who, like me and Mrs Pickles. I wasn’t quite clear whose tongue it was, but it was certainly one worth enjoying, as it slithered like a snake toward the crack of my ass. I gasped repeatedly, even as Pippa continued to welcome my tongue in her twat and Karen took me deeper into hers. It was definitely some of the most intense sex of my life, due to the combined sensations that I tried to hold back assaulting my senses. Both of the ladies using me seemed to already push past the point of no return, of course, reaching their. This day we hadn’t been hitching long when a man picked us both up an told us he was heading straight down the road about five/six miles if that would help, we replied that would be right on the way as my friend lived about three miles straight down the road and my drop off was just about five miles away an a little ways off the main highway. The stranger did not say much as we drove down the road an as we approach my buddies street I said I could get off here as well as we often played ball or.