You see, while my hands roughly fondled her bare ass, hers were between us unbuttoning my Levi's.My cock, already hard from the views she had graced m... with earlier, popped from its confines to press into her stomach. Hot, throbbing and passionate, my Slave well knew what she had gotten herself into. Soon it would be my turn to see what I could get myself into. Bad pun, wasn't it?That was when I knew the game had turned from a quick grapple in the change room to something much more. I was not. Clothilde saw the problem and with a shake of her head took it from me and tied it within thirty seconds. I was ready. She took me to the balcony and I walked towards the table I had used before."Non, non." She cried. "Vous vous asseyez ici ce soir." She showed me to a table that was right against the wall where the balcony ended. As the balcony curved it actually gave me a much better view of the auditorium.The evening progressed much as it had before. The meal served while the pre-cabaret. Her left hand bunched, thrust, and was engulfed. She ran it deep, fucked it fast against my cervix, and then withdrew. The right hand returned, almost punching into me with its urgency. I groaned, and nearly came. Soon she was punching her fists alternately, a fast hard thrust, out again, like train pistons, driving me along a wild track to heaven."You're cunt is loosening Justine... my fists are gliding like cocks... It's time to go further." She said, never ceasing her fisting.Suddenly her. Whip me. Eat me. Fuck me until I couldn't take any more. Until I screamed for them to make me come.All I could do was groan.She leaned back. Cupped my pussy with one hand and curled a pair of fingers inside. Digging upwards, timed with each roll of her hips, she crushed her hand to my clit and gripped.The orgasm that had been bubbling for what seemed an eternity threatened to spill and I gasped as she massaged my walls. I quaked and she withdrew. Spanked my hairless snatch, the echo dying away.