Yes, Laurence was, like me "une ?trang?re".Only I did not know it yet. I still thought of myself as "un ?tranger"although with my poor French accent ...hen I first arrived in Beaune I tendedto describe myself as "une ?trang?re" much to the amusement of Laurence andmy fellow teachers. After a few weeks, I got used to the differencebetween "un" and "une" and learnt to shorten "?trang?re" party thanks tothe Fredericks, Goldman and Jones song "Nuit" which spoke of a woman as"mon intime. For that one I hand her the dies I had made with the CNC minimill in my playroom.Then pictures of all the crews at the Mint, the loading dock men, the guards, the office staff, the roller mill people, the stamp machine crew and finally me handing Mr. Adams the check to pay for the process...and that's when she got this chin on the floor and eyes like owls. I took her picture. She gave me the look ... you know the look..."YOU DIDN'T!"The timer on the TV turned on and the worlds best TV salesman. .Aj tujhe koi nhi bachega hamse subha tak tera khel karenge sallli rand” guy who was gagging me said in excitement. They were continuously abusing me, my whole body was red due to their rough handling. They changed their position and one f they lay on the ground made me lie on him he took my pussy and another guy took my ass. And two of them took my mouth.I was completely trapped they were were rough. They kept on slaping and spanking me whenever I showed little resistance. I cummed one after. He picked her up spun her around and sat her pussy on his face he could sleep her and he liked the smell of her she smelled tasty and couldnt help know what she tasted like so he gave her a quick lick, hmm she tastes good sorta like sweet and sour sweets hmmm really tasty. He could fell he throat contracting around his seven inch dick causing him more and more easier. So to pay her back he sucked her clit in between his teeth and started to role it about between them it sent pleasure throughout.