Phir maine apni jeebh unki gaand ke chhed mai laga di aur use chaatne laga aur jeebh andar daal di. 15 min tak yahi kiya.Phir maine unse puchha ki lun... chusoogi toh unhone mana kr diya toh maine kuch nhi bola aur apne saare kapde utaar diya dono ne. Phir mai zameen pe let gya usse kaha ki apni choot leje mere muh pe baith jaao aur usne aisa hi kiya usne apni badi gaand mere chehre pe rakh di aur maine apni jeebh unki choot mai daal di aur choosnelaga kayi baar kaata bhi.PHir unhone bola ki. He turned to face her and saw a young beautiful angel in a night shirt standing before him. Her long dark hair fell nearly to her waist. Her night shirt was long and went almost to her knees but it clung tighty in all the right places. "Dammit she's gonna make me hard again and then what the hell am I gonna do" he thought."Here you can finish mine" he said.She was looking at him closely. He was thankful that she hadn't glanced down to the tent he knew was gradually being built in his pjs. But. Please have a seat and he'll be with you in a minute.” “Thank you.” I patiently waited, thumbing mindlessly through some fashion magazine. His door opened and a very pretty young blonde walked out adjusting her clothes and smiling brightly. “Miss Adams? He'll see you now.” I strutted into his office and quickly noted the lack of recognition on his face. He was too busy taking in the image I was presenting rather than who I was. Without saying a word I walked to him and gave him a good kiss and. " Sure. Show the way."Mme. Moreau tucked her arm under his and said, "Do you know what they call Paris, Troy?" Yes, I think so. They call it the city of lights. Is that right?" Yes, and the city of romance. The French say, Paris la ville de l'amou. Look, Troy, I took a huge chance with you on the plane. Are you the kind of boy that brags about things like that?" Of course not. I would never tell. It's like what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Yes, but in this case, it stays in France." Sure..