Her lacquered, pink, fingernails began moving across the base of her breasts, kneading them. Her eyes showed only an oceanic desire that focused on Er...c. Eric turned the tape off. Her reaction stopped. ‘Wha…what just happened? I don’t know what you did, stud, but if you do it again you can have me.’ She purred, overwhelmed by the sexual potency of the sound. Then Eric felt a hand on his shoulder, followed by another hand on his inner thigh. Understanding dawned slowly. He had played the tape. "Have you ever had a stranger's finger in your ass before?"Mary chuckled, "ah...no. I mean...well a couple boyfriends did put their fingers in there sometime while we were having sex."My face was probably about 6 inches away from her asshole. It was a damn good view of my finger moving slowly in and then out of her tight little hole. Still I wanted to get a better view."Mary, can you use both of your hands to grab each ass cheek and pull them apart more," I said, "It will make my work a little. They were so absorbed in each other, they were oblivious to the car following carefully behind them. *** ‘The Rouge’ was owned by Pierre Rouge, a small man with a slight hump, huge bright blue eyes and a wide, ear-to-ear genuinely warm smile. His accent was as thick as the silver grey toupee on his head. He and the love of his life, his wife, Ellie had left France twelve years ago, moved to America to open a fancy French themed hotel and restaurant. He helped build the entire thing with his own. "I thought with my new hair style I should change everything else too. Become altogether a new woman." I flourished both hands with a little wrist flip, to signal a display completed and waiting for applause."Yes, I suppose," April replied. I wasn't sure she'd heard me. Then, "Yes, that's what I had in mind for you too, dear."We'd were seated at an intimate little corner table, knees tucked under snowy tablecloths, napkins decorously draped on our laps, leaning toward each other, fingernails.