The following Monday, at yoga, she told Anne-Pierre everything: her excitement and my nickname.“Elodie, I was always attracted to you but my head wa... a mess. I was here alone, and could not risk losing my only friend.” I sighed, “So I hid how you made me feel, I kept my distance.”“And I did not expect Gaspar at the party,” Elodie reflected quietly, “I asked who invited him, it was Anne-Pierre.”My suspicions were correct: Anne-Pierre set us up. The injustice rose up and I stifled it. Telling her. “Great question Phil. I have many pairs of shoes. My shoes always have to match my outfit, so every time I buy a new outfit I buy new shoes as well.”“Dare I ask about the handbags?”“Yes those have to match as well, I have loads of bags too.”“Oh dear,” I smiled.As we ate the conversation lessened but part way through our main course Helene’s leg started to rub up and down mine. Very softly and slowly but it was definitely happening. I looked straight into her eyes and she smiled.“Everything okay. ’ He continued in a mocking tone. The bastard, he was toying with my bride. ‘I want your cocks. I want them in me now!’ Angel replied pleadingly. I felt totally humiliated as he manipulated her. ‘And just where do you want our cocks sweetheart?’ He chided. ‘I want them in my mouth and my pussy and my ass please!’ She begged. All three men laughed as they picked her up and carried her to the bed. I was furious, frustrated and yet, incredibly turned on. Here was my bride, who I had not even. I remember she went away to boarding school when I was about thirteen years old. I've seen her a few times since then, in the Summer, but we've never spoken during those times, except to say hello, or mostly, just waved to each other." Do you remember coming to her birthday parties, before she went off to school?" I do, now that you mention it. She came to a few of mine as well. We weren't that close though. More like we were near the same age, and traveled in the same social circle." She.