It won't take long" she laughed. "There isn't really much more foryou to wear."She unfastened his wrists but with his elbows cinched he remainedhelpl...ss. He could not resist as she strapped a heavy square rod to hisarms, pulling his hands out to each side. She came around to the frontand removed his breast forms and replaced them with ones that wereheavier. The bases of these were covered with myriads of sharp pointsthat would rest against his chest. A bungee type cord came out of theback.. They call it the city of lights. Is that right?" Yes, and the city of romance. The French say, Paris la ville de l'amou. Look, Troy, I took a huge chance with you on the plane. Are you the kind of boy that brags about things like that?" Of course not. I would never tell. It's like what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Yes, but in this case, it stays in France." Sure. No problem." Well then, maybe you can help me with something if you think you can keep another secret." What's that?" I'll show. We continued to talk about sex as we stroked. He pulled out his flashlight and illuminated our dicks. He had blond pubic hair to match his head. It was cut like mine, and was as long as mine. He said my cock looked good. Then he said he wanted to trade wanks. I wasn't sure what he meant. "I'll jerk on you; you pull on me." "Oh, I've never done that, but..." He reached over and grasped me. Now nobody had ever touched my cock since my mother had given me a bath as a young c***d.... . Well except that they were really quite handsome. Unlike the old Sheriff's Deputies, none of the patrolmen had big bellies or bald heads. Well some of them wore their hair shaved off so I couldn't tell if they were naturally bald or not. But for the most part they were more fit than the old sheriff's system.I walked out the door with the feeling that I was being watched and possibly talked about by the motor patrolmen. I continued on to the truck with the hair standing up on my neck. You know,.