“Hi, Johnny” said Maria Saravicci, who was just a year or two out of college and blessed with the most incredible little ex-cheerleader body you c...uld imagine.“Hey, Maria” I replied as I admired her beautiful white outfit, a jacket that reached almost down to her little skirt which left her perfect bare legs almost completely visible all the way up to her creamy thighs.Her white blouse had just enough buttons buttoned to keep her spectacular tits from busting out.“You didn’t have to get all. " Davesaid to that other person in the mirror. Dave stomped into the bedroom and saw the button, sitting thereharmlessly on the dresser where he left it. "That shit ain't real, thisain't real," he announced quite loudly to the room. The room ignoredhim. He went over to the bed and flipped on the TV. Porn, nothing butporn. This was a bad thing really, as the drugs they had to have him onmade him very horny. Dave had been walking around with his cock out andproud at full attention. His. We went to the front desk to get a room. We got to our room and checked out the amenities and turned on the television. I told you I wanted a shower, being down in the casino is like absorbing 1,000 smells between the food, the smoke and the perfume. So I jumped in and rinsed off quickly. Threw a towel on and came out of the bathroom. You weren’t there. You had gone down to get us some drinks from the bar. When you came back I was fully dressed again, we sipped our drinks and talked some more.. ’ What ever! was my first response, accompanied by a rolling of eyes. I shrugged then and decided to go. At the very least I was going to get a free meal out of this. Leaving my hotel at 9:15, I hailed a cab. It took less than ten minutes to get to my destination. Not being familiar with Paris all I can say is we crossed the river at one point. When I exited the cab I found Le Restaurant du Carl a bit of a surprise. It’s small, a three story brick building wedged between a bookstore and a.