It felt so good finally doing this thing I've wanted so long. His hard cock in my mouth, his hands behind my head guiding deeper and deeper until fin...lly his cockhead is stretching the back of my throat open, his balls slapping my chin. This goes on for about 5 minutes until he pulls away though he didn't cum yet. I slowly stand up, look into his eyes and I ask him if he'll fuck me. "If you want me to", he answers and I nod. We walk over and sit on a couch, we began kissing again as I. I had my arms around both ladies. They were resting their heads on my shoulders. My hands were resting on their shoulders rubbing them softly. It was warm in my room and I was wearing a t-shirt and my boxers. Sam got up and did a little strip tease at the foot of my bed. She danced a little to the music in her head. Her hands moved up and down her body caressing her face and neck. She pushed her hair up over her head and it fell over her face and down to her shoulders. Her hands went to her. He smiled, looking over my shoulder and began to hum that little ditty taken from the Beach Boys song titled Kokomo. Then he began singing.“Your biscuit, your beavage,I see your cooter cleavage.”“Your coochie, your flapper,you’re showin off your snapper.”Men in the front started to chuckle, most of them were already stroking hard cocks. Some had taken off all clothing. Most were less daring but it was obvious, this was a theater used to making it’s own rules. Outside there was a large. A small stipend was paid and a sort of reward if any lead or tip about a suspicious person or group was made. Sure, we had many false alarms, but the value from a legitimate one far outweighed any problems. S E France was no longer the paradise the slavers had been used to.This did not solve my problems with the girls. Both moved in with Marcia. Bridget was now 'going to show me' that she was attractive and more than desirable. She started bringing home every boy, men even, home and amorous.