I just need your help. How would you like to have the little American girl again?" Monique smiled at him and said this last sentence slowly so that it...would sink into his mind deeply. She was certain he had enjoyed it, otherwise, Jean would not have given such glowing descriptions of the sensations she had experienced in her so- called dream."How do I know that Madame does not play a trick on me, to get me to confess to something I have not done?" Shalla also spoke slowly. His Arab intuition. The position we offer is not just a hostess's or a waitress's job. We have been looking for girls who would be both beautiful and talented enough to meet our expectations."Brigitte just held the steaming cup. What she heard was at once vague and intriguing. Talented for what? What talents could she possibly have to please this woman?"But I am not artistic at all", she said. The crude edge of her voice irritated her in this refined atmosphere.The woman laughed a tiny, tinny laugh. Oh, but she. " They both giggled and followed Sandra and Carol through the soundproof doors.The music really punished their ears and they all paused for a few moments just to get used to the volume. The time for talking had stopped and now you could only shout to be understood. Sandra and Carol both loved the way that the crowd parted for them as they walked across the dance floor. They walked up to the stage were Paul was doing his thing as the DJ.When Paul caught site of Sandra and Carol he turned down. ... "What a fucking gorgeous shaved, wet pussy!" These words bought her back to the reality of the scene. She looked down to see him lean forward and gently kiss her shaved pussy lips, she purred. As his hands softly parted her thighs, she lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder. His tongue slipped inside her, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Her other alleyway lover turned her head and kissed her passionately as his friend devoured her sopping wet pussy. She looked down.