“Aur zorr se aur zorr se” (Harder, Faster), he was saying to his lady on phone.He bent down and took out my shirt and started pinching my nips.“...hhh hahhhh. Urggghhhh.. “, he was moaning with his grunting voice. I looked up on to him. He had tied my t-shirt around his neck and was smelling the cologne in it.Meanwhile, I had decided not to take out his dick from my mouth until he cums.Both of my hands were on his ass. I wanted to convince myself that it is mine. He had a well and even shaped. " What does loving her have to do with it?" he asked."Because I know she'd never do that with you unless it meant something to her ... unless she loved it ... loved you. I guess I can't believe she'd do that unless she had to ... couldn't be happy unless she did. And even though you're her brother, I can't take that away from her. That would be ... unthinkable." So ... where does that leave us?" he asked. He pulled back from her just a little. She noticed his eyes flicker to her breasts, and. Making a guess I asked Ricard in French where in France he was from. He became animated and started talking very fast. After getting him to slow down I was able to understand him fairly well. He was from the south of France, near Nice, and the pronunciation was different from what I was used to. I felt more confident with talking, he didn’t have any trouble understanding me at all. I noticed another man sitting at a nearby table looking at us with interest, he seemed to be listening to Ricard. “Why are we hurrying so much” I asked after a few minutes and got a little angry from the treatment I was given by her.“You’ll…” Wendy begun.“No, no, no not this time.” I interrupted her rudely. “I want to know where we are going. I’m fed up with following you around and being pulled after you.”I could see Wendy’s masquerade getting small cuts for she obviously hadn’t expected me to be that tough. “We are going to a party.” Wendy said and her voice sounded like a girl’s voice sounds.“What kind.