When I arrived in Paris, it was mid-morning and the sun was shinning brightly. It was one of those bright intense Parisian Spring days that feels like...summer in the sun and winter in the shade. The kind they write songs about. Jean Luc was waiting for me when I cleared security and I was racing to Centre City and a day I had been anticipating for weeks. ‘You are quiet this morning monsieur’ Jean Luc said. ‘Jet lag?’ ‘No Jean Luc, I’m just lost in thought. I’m sorry, how have you been?’ ‘C’est. She gave out a low moan as I entered, still she was rubbing my cock, and then in a low sultry voice said "Take me now, we have to hurry." We ended our embrace and I spun her around to face the wall. I lifted Leslee's dress over her back as she bent forward to present her ass to me. Without wasting any time, I moved my cock to her waiting cunt and pushed into her, there was no resistance as her pussy was overly wet. I buried into her in one smooth stroke, and heard her say " Do me like the whore. I want you to lean over on the bed, stay on your knees but let your body above the waist rest upon the bed, and get comfortable; you will be like that for a while.”Reema was all to happy to oblige, by laying the way her husband commanded she was able to cover her breasts and pussy against the mattress, leaving only her bottom exposed. Only, as soon as she was in position, her head turned to one side, cradled on her arms with her breasts crushed against the coverlet, there was suddenly a book. “You can leave stuff here; nobody will touch anything of anybody else’s. Nobody but me has the codes to the offices, and I won’t use them unless there’s an emergency,” Mac said. “Come with me and we’ll see about getting you a chair.”‘Yeah, ‘ Chris thought, ‘I’ll just bet that (1) nobody else has the office door codes and (2) that my stuff will be safe from search in there. It may be safe from theft but admini-tards are nosy. And securi-tards ... forget it.’ But she put her backpack on the desk,.