Alain Ducasse was one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurants in all of Paris. We had both dreamed of dining there but never thought it would ...ver happen. Jacque was going all out for this trip! ’But, yes Jacque; I did have a wonderful lunch today,’ I said to myself with a sly smile.I excitedly jumped off the bed and opened the garment bag to find a single formal dress and a pair of high heeled shoes, a copy of a pair I have at home. ‘Smart of you Jacque,’ I thought. I took the dress. All to soon the first set was over and we went off to loud applause. Backstage Gill phoned Frank as soon as we got in the room, she ah hahed and Uh Huhed, nodded and yessed quite a bit. Then she put the phone down. ‘Mike’s OK, he’s got a bleeding ulcer. Going to be in for a while, a few days, a week, not sure yet. They opened him and cauterised it, but he’s lost a lot of blood and will be in bed for a while. First thing he asked when he came round was what was the setlist.’ Gill suddenly broke. As our tongues danced together, I gently stroked her back and hips. She hugged me tighter, pressing her body against mine, crushing her breasts against my chest. She wrapped a leg around my waist, pulling me even closer as my cock began to rise. I moved down to kiss her neck, hearing her whisper a fierce 'yes' as the tilted her head back. Her hips began a spasmodic twitching against me as I moved down to her breasts, smaller than most, but round and firm and, to my mind, perfect, showering. .
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