Elle had been no exception. They both became good friends over the years despite the 20 year age gap, he even brought her to the back of the kitchen a...few times to cook for her personally and never anything off the menu. He constantly said, a beautiful woman always inspired him to create a beautiful meal. Of course, who better to cook it than the owner himself? Elle spotted him speaking to a couple in the back. She smiled at how naturally he could make people feel like they had known him. And from the caresses of her tongue, the city neared the edge. Ah, the atmosphere! The beauty!The end of the world is so sweet to young people. The sole meunière was exquisite but the magret overcooked. The flesh barely bled under the knife. You shared a tiramisù and fought over the bill. The waiter was old and an arse. A stingy tip was the loudest form of your polite contempt.Walking side by side, you heard it first a street away from the restaurant. It was a deep roar, coming from the city's. ‘Let me see!’ She started to pull on Selena’s pants until the brunette stopped her. ‘Easy now. You don’t want to send me to the floor!’ Selena admonished. ‘Sorry.’ Demi wiped her eyes and blushed like she was in high school, her arms locked in front of her. ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ ‘Gladly.’ A flurry of clothes went into the air as the girls discarded every scrap of clothing they had on. If someone were to observe, it would look like some old time comedy but. Yet, in under. And I enjoyed telling Mirreille she was going to receive sexual pleasure from a new, well-hung man who was a stranger.I had strict instructions from Mirreille, “That you will just have to just watch and not touch me as he pleasures me.”My lover was turning me into a cuckold, though the voyeur in me found the thought of watching a new man giving her sexual pleasure very exciting. And I could masturbate while I watched! And Mirreille could watch me while she was being pleased by another man!After.