I was due to meet with him at a club where he worked and then stay with himfor a few days whilst deciding whether to find a job in Paris or returnhome...to England.The taxi driver did not seem to understand my request for him to take me toPigalle and I knew it wasn't my french which was the problem. It turnedout he was Romanian.I wrote it down for him but when we reached the Place de la Concorde, whichI had seen pictures of, I realised I had to get out a map because I knew weshould be nowhere. Gillian has long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair with emerald green eyes and a natural tan. She is 5’-7” tall and with her shoes, she is almost 6’ tall. We chatted nervously as we drove to the theater. We pulled in the parking lot, got out and walked to the entrance. Gillian asked me if I was excited. I told her that I was excited as soon as I saw her exquisite body in that outfit. We made our way into the theater; there were magazines, DVDs, and vibrators on both sides of the walkway approaching. Between helping her I was able to saw her big boobs. While packing her clothes, She got slipped and she fell on me. Her bouncing boobs touched my chest. A shock just hit me, she was not wearing her bra. During when we were falling on the floor I was able to squeeze her boobs softly without getting noticed. We both laughed for a while then she get’s back in her work. I went out of the house in order to buy some snacks for her during the journey. When I had returned she had changed her clothes.. Never before or since have I seen another female bodylike Monica’s — not in the flesh. From her dark blondhead with its steady blue eyes, pouting full lips andsensuous overbite, to her pretty little feet, Monica wasthe well-stacked, curvaceous stuff of little boys’fantasies. Hell, grown men’s fantasies, too. Five-nineand a hundred-forty pounds packed full, round and tight,with a softness about her, like a layer of wondrouspadding, that I find impossible to describe. I.