. don’t stop d-d-d-doing what you’re d-d-d-doing! Please! I . . . I beg you! Don’t ever stop what . . . what you’re doing!”Vic didn’t s...op, not for a while anyway. He was enjoying himself way too much to stop. He was doing something to this lady that no man had ever done to her and that made him feel real good about it. What a fool her husband was, he thought as he held her thighs open with his hands and his mouth and tongue took somebody else’s wife to places unknown for her. “Ohhh,. "I'm so happy to see you at last."Between them they picked up his baggage, and she ushered him into the palatial building, cool in the afternoon heat, led him to the kitchen and offered him tea."I know you Brits love tea," she said as she boiled a kettle. "So I bought some stuff called 'Yorkshire Tea' – is that ok?" Oh yes!" he replied with a smile, "very ok! I've not had a decent cup of tea for nearly a year." You take cream and sugar?" Do you have such a commodity as skimmed or low fat milk?". She retreated back telling me this is not the right place to do this right now. I was persistent. Didn’t even listen to one bit and kept her to me and started kissing her passionately. We were kissing for a while. Suddenly we heard the sound of footsteps nearing. I gave one last kiss on my lady love and left her. She was straightening herself out and we walked back out. As we got out, we saw Mihir coming towards us and asked us what are we doing here. I was giving an explanation to which. MistressClaudia had a lot of helpers in the house. They were faceless and nameless andnever spoke but they did her bidding, setting up scenes for the clients. Thehouse was in the centre of Paris. Sandwiched in among town houses itstood inconspicuously, the clients, looking like regular business people. There werepages and pages of papers to fill in before anything could happen. Medicalbackgrounds had to be checked and wavers had to be signed. Descriptions offetishes had to be minutely described.