Almost all of the businesses closed up shop and rented out their stores for the ten days. Vanessa shook her head, “It’s all tattoos, tee shirts, p...ercing, souvenirs.”Walker was gob-smacked the entire time. There were so many scantily-clad women. Everywhere. Some of them tipsy before lunch. All of them happy to pose for a horny lad. Pilar shrugged it off; she owned Walker.My son is pretty intelligent. It didn’t take him all that long to realize that many, many girls weren’t wearing tops — just. I was tired when I stepped into the shower, but I wasn't in pain. That would come in about an hour. I dressed for the day in the green fatigue pants, they were sold in stores under the name cargo pants. Mine were big, sloppy and black, most women wouldn't dare wear. I loved them because they had lots of big pockets. I had even had a special holster made for the .38. It was made in probably the last shoe shop in the USA. The holster had a front and a back made of stiff canvas with a Velcro strap. My Master didn't even wait for my gasps to subside. He couldn't get his cock quickly enough inside my freshly shaved pussy. It reminded me of how he had jumped on Lola when he first saw her bare plum.My Master, but also my Mistress, behaved as if they had been given a brand new toy to play with and didn't let me get much sleep that night.The following morning, my Master and Mistress covered me from top to toe with make-up and took me to the open space in front of the Louvre, where we had. David lay on his back as he came to full consciousness, and became aware that she was on her side looking at him.“Good morning!” she said with a gentle smile.“Good morning, my love,” he said in return. Her smile widened at the word.“That was some workout last night,” she said. “It’s been some time since I came like that.”“Same here,” he rejoined. “D’you think we’ll do together?”“Oh yes, I think we’ll do very well,’ she grinned. “How about a repeat performance?”“Not a repeat,” he said.“But I.