.."The girl calmed. "Okay. You're right. That makes sense; there has to be some logical explanation...let's do that." She paused then, struggling with...something internally difficulty. "And I do need to... go... pretty bad, but I'm not sure...I'm missing what I normally would use...and I'm not sure how to...I...don't know how to..." the girl pointed at the toilet and then looked helplessly to Raquel for advice.Raquel tried to work through what the woman was stammering about now. "You don't know. The four of us flitted between several exclusive Parisian department stores. Myself and Tim generally made a nuisance of ourselves. In one store Jane and Tim disappeared for over half an hour only emerging from a store fitting room after myself and Diane had paged them over the store tanoy. He pushed Jane into the small fitting room. The constant flow of customers trying the fitting room door handle failed to put Tim off as he pulled off her lily white panties. He pulled down his trousers and. Said I had to quit. It was 6 o'clock on Sunday night, and she said I needed one more thing to be ready for the test on Monday: a good night's sleep. "You can't ever do well, if you're not well rested. Nobody ever had a good thought while they were yawning," she said. And she wouldn't take no for an answer.She stood over me while I ate a good meal with plenty of fibre. Mrs. B. was big on fibre. Another thing she always said was, "You can't think right if you're constipated."I don't know. But she. But be gentle... I fucked myself sore up there.”I said nothing, not wanting to close the window to what appeared to be the end of my punishment.I quickly dropped to my knees and began to softly lick her swollen hairy twat. The amount of drool built up in her pussy was incredible. All it took was a few sucks and licks before she started to leak out five orgasms' worth of she-cum. A few more deliberate tongue flicks to her clit made her knees start to shake. Katie’s pussy had never tasted.