I always like to revisit the Louvre when I’m in Paris. Did you have a good time that afternoon?” Em looked down at the table and then raised her e...es to look him straight in the face. “I did, Ambrose.” Ambrose raised an eyebrow. “Well are you going to tell me about it?” he asked. “Sometimes you tell me about your little adventures. I like that. A hot night in some hotel somewhere is not important. Well, not to anyone who wasn’t there, I mean. Only an affair would be important and then only. The man?s own cock was throbbing in his jeans at the thought of what he?d do to the boy for a transgression like that in person. Most likely he?d soon learn that his body wasn?t his own anymore. Hard lesson to learn when you?re hundreds of miles from the one you?d give yourself to. But eventually? I have to be patient!?Okay, boy. I?ve made my decision. The boy made as if to sit on his computer chair, covering his shrinking dick with his dainty hands. ?Hands away! Let me see your cock. Don?t let. "That should do," Ruth said. "Oh, and by the way, I don't want you bothering my daughter. She's here this evening with her boyfriend, so I'll have to make sure you stay quiet as well, I'm afraid." George knew only too well what that meant and pleaded not to be gagged but Ruth took no notice. "Don't be such a baby," she admonished him, picking up a scarf and knotting it several times to make a big ball of fabric in its middle. "It's only one of my scarves." She pushed the knotted ball between. Anna Lee and Suzie were in the process of helping her out of her party dress, a nice if gargantuan, outfit. This was more than I needed to see, so I flipped around, even though Tusker continued to stare in disbelief. Marilyn came over to join us. “I have an ambulance on the way. Give them five minutes or so, I guess.”“What happened?” asked Tusker, although it wasn’t clear to whom he was asking the question.I tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to face Marilyn and me. “Focus, Tusker,.