Their hands raised and their heads lowered.The city has readied itself to receive them ... and finally, they had arrived. The aristocrats of Paris wer... on the prowl. Gold jingled in their purses and thoughts of temperance were far from their minds.It was perfect.I set out from my place of rest with my cloak adorned and my cuffs buttoned ... I was ready to partake of the nightly sin that humanity had to offer.The cobble stone road clicked delightfully under my heels. Men and woman swarmed the. “I want you to point with your three middle fingers.”“Okay.”“Shouldn’t that be ‘Yes, sir’?” I whispered in her ear. She shuddered.“Yes, sir,” she whispered back. I placed a hand on her back to unnecessarily correct her posture and let it slide down to her butt. Then I got the painting I’d worked on all week and cross-checked it for her pose. Just about perfect. I moved the vertical easel behind Eva and pushed the painting up against her back. She caught her breath as the cool surface came in. Jirina licked her lips, fascinated by his bulbous helmet. Ben winced with pleasure and embarrassment but continued to play with his cock. Martina watched with fascination, curious as to how he held his dick. The sight of the look on his face and size of his rigid member was such a turn on. Martina moved closer to Ben and knelt by his side, deliberately putting her boobs inches from his face. She could feel herself getting worked up; she so loved teasing him. She wanted him to kiss her breasts. Sure enough, dude in the seat I was hanging out by was just kinda touching my leg and looking at my ass from the side. Now, I read a lot of smut and you read about this crap all the time. CONVENIENTLY nobody noticed, and I thought that was just a trope. Everyone was either in their own world or didn't care. As this realization struck, he started to rub my ass and where my pussy was through my leggings.The Nymph in me kept me from clocking the fucker or screaming like a bitch in a horror film,.