“Gerard, talk to me.” Amélie kissed him. “Tell me.”Gérard sighed. It was a profound sigh, and in hearing it Amélie knew how much he was sac...ificing to accede to her wishes.Professor Perrine and his protégé, Sophie, were not the only persons to note the strangeness of the quartet’s dress and the oddities of their speech. Everyone knew non-University authorities often attended these festivals for reasons of their own.The group’s apparent disorientation and the striking beauty of Sandrine, even if. Am I getting ahead of myself? She thought. Why should I consider him beyond the men I have been playing with for the last five years? I’ve known and loved these men since I was a child.She was a sexually excitable young woman who, despite her numerous episodes with the McClain men, was acutely aware of what a beautiful specimen of a man Salazar was; handsome, exotic, sophisticated, and mature. With the McClain men, which was just acquiescing to their desire ... and hers. For a sexy girl who. I reach my free hand down and grab one. I pull and twist until she grunts in pain, the vibration travelling down my prick. I yank her head back by the hair and push her face down to my balls. I start to pull myself as she nuzzles at my sack, looking me in the eye as she does. Her tongue dances and swirls around my shaved scrotum now swollen with cum desperate to be free. With one hand on my thigh for purchase I see her other disappear between her legs and begin working roughly on her clit. The. Well, I presumed it was him.My hands tightened around the wooden chair. I twisted and struggled to see behind me, but the black scarf’s thick cotton fabric let in no light at all.I nearly died when I felt a cold touch on both cheeks of my bottom at the same time. A little tap caused me to jerk forwards in expectation and open my mouth but I instinctively closed it again. I stood still for the second tap and relished in the thought of it teasing my bottom.He was right, he did know what I was.