It was how I imagined a high-class Parisian harlot’s parlour would look. Draped with diaphanous curtains flapping languidly in the breeze, it was fi...led with a heady perfume. Discarded lingerie lay on the floor. All the pictures on the walls – etchings, watercolours and even some ancient sepia photographs – were of a most intimate nature. Nude ladies playing together on couches and well-hung black men penetrating lily-white damsels. Pride of place, above the fireplace, was a photo of a quartet. My lips touched her lips, my chest pressed her breast and our genitals touched each other. Raising my body slightly I placed my cock inside her love hole and started giving strokes. Rani widened both her thighs and encircled those on my waist. Pressing her buttock on the bed she gave return stroke to my prick.There was a sweat grinding motion on her pelvic region and by tightening her vaginal muscles she created a miraculous sensation on my throbbing dick. I started giving forceful thrust to. She held me in her arms affectionately and said, “Let’s get a little rest. I’m exhausted.”Just before I fell asleep I had a sudden thought. I asked her, “Was Kyle one of those men last night? Did he take me?”She laughed quietly and said, “He was several of those men last night.”“How many were there?” I asked.She was quiet for a moment as if trying to count them in her head but then she said, “I’m not sure.”I have to assume that means it was more than a few. They had, after all, lasted for seven. I told him no he was just a friendly guy that is all... well later that night I got another text saying "Hi just writing to make sure the phone is still working good and you are having no problems". I wrote right back being nice and said "love it". He instantly wrote back and asked why I am up so late, so I wrote back and told him I was playing games online and time got away from me. Then he asked if my hubby was still up, I replied that he was sleeping. next thing I know I got a funny cartoon.