.. you know. If she wishes to pout, I should just leave her alone. After all, I can think of a great number of things that I can do to occupy my time....After all, I am in Paris. I could view an opera or patronize a bordel! And what do I do? I sit here talking to an ass. Please do not take offense, mon ami. Do not glare at me, Edgar! You know that I only speak the unembellished truth! You are an ass, quite literally. And, for that matter, so am I. Helen may be my friend, but since I am speaking. Well she stopped pass my job and we walked down to our bus stop looking at each other and feeling the heat on our way Miss C grabbed me and pushed me into this garage area and gave me one hell of a kiss that seems to last forever she did not tell me till later she heard the same song and loved it.While we were kissing like we were the last two people on earth i could see the 2 female attendants looking at us and saying damn that white woman got his ass pinned and kissing the shit out of. I can wait for a minute or two. THEN you can fuck me, too." He smiled at her, and told her, "Thank You. I need a break." Misti sat down on the sofa where her pussy would be at eye level to him, and began to play with herself. She had never met a man who didn't get turned on at this sight. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds, his dick was standing straight up, and visibly throbbing. She spied a tiny drop of pre-cum on the head of his dick, and slid down in the floor beside him. He sat there. “You will stand in that corner with your hands on your head until I say otherwise. Now, march, young man!” Ed had never seen her like this and marveled at the transformation. He didn’t dawdle, though, and he turned and shuffled to the corner as best his hobbling pants allowed. Standing as ordered, Ed could feel the cool breeze tickling his warmed backside as much as he could feel her gaze searing a hole into his naked bottom. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but Ed was acutely aware of.