And now you’re MINE, aren’t you?”Since my mouth is full, I nod. At my submission, I feel you grow thicker still. I see you reach into my nightst...nd and come out with the ballgag. A few seconds later your body goes tense and you cum in my mouth. Your cock is almost instantly replaced by the ballgag and I can only watch as you leave my room, watch . . . and swallow what you’ve given me. You may have left my room, but I know you’re not gone. This isn’t over, yet. I’ve almost drifted back to sleep. ’ Okay – so I wasn’t as good at it as she was but there you go. Emily invited me in and kissed me on the cheek. She was wearing a pair of shabby jeans and white silk blouse and I had a feeling that she’d known what time and that this was a deliberate thing. ‘I need to get changed. Can you get a drink?’ ‘Don’t change on my account.’ Emily had started to mount the stairs but she stopped and turned. Looking down at me from the third step she seemed incredibly tall. She smiled. She seemed to be. It like I’m Scheherezade and tellingyou a new story each night, although we can’t gettogether every night. I’m thinking about whether you’llbe excited by my stories. Maybe you’ll get so turned onthat — I don’t know — maybe you’ll lose control and… I mean, maybe you’ll have to call up one of yourgirls and get together with her right away. No, I don’twant to watch.” She laughed.“Well, you have my blessing if you. They chose light jackets to ward off the evening chill. Following Claire's lead, none of them wore panties, but black stockings, garter belts, and stiletto high heels were in order. Talk about hot! Brad and Andy had a hard time controlling their tongues as they watched them dress. Pictures were taken.By now, the girls were famished, so they hit the first sidewalk cafe outside the hotel. It looked out over the Seine. The City was alive with evening activity, the crossroads between the end of the.