I do, but she is not satisified with my begging. Icontinue to beg, until finally I promise her "anything" if she will letme kiss her beautful breasts... "Anything?" she repeats, smiling at theother women. "Yes, anything," I grovel.Cathy agrees, marking my "anything" promise for further use. She putsher nipple in my mouth and tells me how she likes her breasts treated. First I am to roll the nipple lightly with my lips. Then I am to lickthe entire breast area. Then I am to flick the nipple. But all of a sudden, all I wanted was Bernie to lay on top of me with his hard mature cock pressing and humping against my young cock. I wanted to feel like I was being taken. I needed to be taken advantage of, to be used. I wanted to see him hungry and out of control. Some might say passionate, but I wanted to see and feel his desperate need to be with me. I wanted to be his taboo young lover, who made his cock drip cum at the sight of me naked, and how he might use my smooth body for his. The Maître d's most ardent desire was that this extremely wealthy customer should be kept happy. Tips in thousands of euros were very rare, even in La Potinière, though what the young Emir saw in Paulette, he could not fathom."Hullo," he said as Paulette came to the table with bread rolls and butter."Your Magnificence," she said with a little bobbed curtsey."His Magnificence is not here today," said the Emir, "Just another customer. Call him 'sir' if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her. Oh my god ... Tammy...That was Tammy's hand stroking her thigh and butt. Mom and daughter were working her; stroking her, arousing her!!When Bridget called and demanded her sister give her a place to live, she had felt entitled. after all it was Maur's husband who embezzled all her money! Then Maur had explained she was as broke and would have to talk to her landlord! When Maureen sat her down and explained how she paid her rent, not only her, but her daughter; Bridget at first, just plain.