There were still plenty of people wandering the streetsof the Marais. The stone of the buildings gave a softwarm feeling to the light that bounced off...their surfacefrom the lamps. I gave one arm to Rene and one to Marc.We walked to Marc’s apartment on the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois. It was in a 17th century Hotel de Ville. There werewaxed hexagonal tiles on the floor and old oak beamssupporting the ceiling. Rene and I settled onto a couchwhile Marc got us some drinks. Marc sat facing us.. We had a drink then went for a roll in the hay, but it wasn't hay. We played around like new lovers often do, then we tested the firmness of the mattress by bouncing around like in a stagecoach on a rocky road. We found the mattress to be in perfect condition for what we were doing. Having had no sex for over a month, no cock ever felt better than his.Soon after eight-thirty that night, we dressed and went for dinner. Around ten, he had recovered from our earlier workout and took me home for a. “One” said Mrs Whittingham.For a second or two I felt nothing then felt a searing pain in my bottom.“Two” the second stroke landed just as I was feeling the pain from the first stroke.When the third stroke landed I cried out “Jesus Christ”.“Do not use blasphemous language in this house” shouted Mrs Whittingham angrily “that’s just earned you a further six strokes, so be warned” the fourth and fifth strokes followed quickly. I gripped the settee harder and was literally trying to bite my tongue. The guys checked her out coming and going. Kitty gave them a little extra swing in her hips to look at. The little tease.She held my arm as I went around and said hello to old acquaintances. She let the guys look down her top at her sweet cleavage while she enjoyed the look on their wives faces. I watched the look on the guy’s faces when I told them her age.The greet and meet went well, the dinner was very nice, and then came a whole lot of speeches, talks, and who wasn’t there. My wife made.