" "Who is it? Do I know him?" "You don't know him, Kate. He's French." "How come you know the guy? "I have a few connections and believe me, Kate, thi... guy is really wealthy. His family has money, then he struck it rich when Google bought out the start up company he seed-funded." "Why go to Paris?" Kate asked. "He lives there and has a business meeting in Paris. He needs a girl like you to make him look good." "You mean eye candy?" "Yes and maybe more. I really don't know for sure." "Why not. After about a half-hour I started to hear some moans and realized he was stroking himself. I kept going until he finished. At that point he tried to convince me to meet him at his vacation house in the mountains for a get together. I finally gave in and agreed. He gave me the directions and I told him I would see him Thursday night. So here I stand wearing the same clothes I showed off to him nearly a week ago. He calls to let me know he is on his way. I hang up the phone and stare out the. Looking down Itentatively reached out to feel my cock. I watched her hand cup hercockles area. Under the stretch fabric of the panties I felt a pussy. Ok. I didn't panic. This was too unbelievable. "Where the fuck wasI??? What's going on??" I know I'm a man. I walked back over to thenight table. Her hand picked up the photo and I recognized her there,her tied back. She was very pretty. It looked like a group of youngwomen maybe in the park for a Frisbee game. I didn't recognize any. She learned all she could about him, thinking it would make her have a better understanding for his poems, therefore letting her write a better evaluation of his poems. She was going over what she had written when she heard the door open. It was Ben. She got a fluttery feeling her a stomach, feeling her cheeks warm with pleasure. She quickly looked down to her notebook, pretending she hadn't heard him come in. "Hello, Grace." She looked up at him, trying to seem unaffected. "Hey,.