We were however short of money, and hubby said whatharm could it do to sell my panties, so he persuadedme to let him answer and arrange a meeting, in ... local pub Saloon bar.We met the man, and he seemed very nice, and paid mecompliments on my looks, and we had a few drinks, and Ibecome quite excited by the idea of this man owningmy panties, to do with, as he wanted.Eventually, as we had more drinks, I grew bolder,and when he invited us back to his place, I readilyagreed to go along with the. The thought occurred to him that perhaps it wasn't just his bad knowledge of french.He sat and listened some more, and saw some kind of pattern; Nicole was uttering many words repeatedly, in a staccato fashion. She wasn't talking, he realised; she was reading something from a piece of paper, a series of words, possibly numbers as well.She was reading some sort of code, in French nonetheless. When she would stop transmitting, he decided he'd go in and have a more or less civilized chat that. I can see Peters mouth hanging open behind his camera. I shook them back and forth a little before I reached into the dress and grabbed both nipples with my fingers and pulled my tits up out of the dress. I smiled as I let them flop and bounce for Peter's pictures. This made him put the camera down and squeeze the front of his pants with both hands. “I gotta, Mia, I gotta” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled his little cock out. He gave it a few quick hard jerks before he picked up his. I couldn’t resist repeating the fact that it was a very beautiful house. Servant came by doorbell, showed me the way to study room, where I kept waiting for 10 minutes until she appeared. I heard the sharp footsteps of sandal coming towards the room and a lovely voice came very good afternoon sir”Oh my god, am I day dreaming or she is really so beautiful that I almost lost grazing her from top to bottom for few minutes. Such a beauty she was flawless body 5′ 6″ tall, milky white with essence of.