Mistress nodded to the crowd, then handed me a serviette.Our first night in Paris was certainly…memorable, and for more than just Mistress and me!~~...~~When we finally returned to our hotel room, we found the lights dimmed, the curtains closed, our bed drawn back, and soft music playing. There was another bottle of champagne, this time from the hotel, plus a fruit basket from the management, welcoming us.We were both thoroughly exhausted, so stripped off our clothes, and washed at the dual. It would take a lot more than a good dinner to heal the widening breach between her and her beloved husband.Chapter 2"Goddamn!" the big burly man said excitedly, "would you look at that tight little ass!" He let the curtain fall back across his front window and turned to the young woman sprawled on a couch on the other side of the room. "I'm gonna have that, I'm gonna fuck that or my name ain't Bill Reagan." He licked his lips and the parted the curtains slightly again to continue his. He fucks much better than you too. And I hope you don’t mind,” she said sarcastically, “but I told John that he can fuck me any time anywhere he wants. I am his property now and I promised him I won’t let any other man fuck me without his permission, including you!”Ishtar was taken aback by his wife’s vulgar use of profanity. He was even starting to have regrets about letting John fuck his wife. Lulu never drank but tonight she was drinking heavily. Ishtar wondered if he should say something to. "Casey's wet, pink tongue slipped from her mouth, and slowly licked full lips, that had become dry. The look of her tongue, and her sexy lips sent a shiver of excitement deep into his stomach. Without warning, an image of her delightful lips wrapped around his cock, while she sucked him came to mind. He tried to push the uninvited thought away, but it kept coming back. Before long, even though he knew better, it was all he could think about.But wanting Casey was so wrong, it was bad enough that.