"Go out and tell them to continue their party, I'm not going to be a hindrance. I'm sure they're uncomfortable and surprised." Certainly surprised."I ...ent out and poured everyone a fresh glass of wine and said, "Mom wants you to continue the party. Please do. Both of us would be hurt if you did anything else." I took a big sip of wine and said, "She's going to be staying in Dad's room while she packs. I don't know how long it will be."By the time I was at the back door, I heard them start. She wondered where he was from. His French was accepted by the locals, an accomplishment she knew was not something a foreigner could generally do. He seemed perfectly at home here, but something about him made her think he was not a native. He had gone native but France was not where he was born, she was fairly certain. ‘And here we are, Rue de Cerisoles, as promised. Your shop should be on the other side of the street. I will be in that cafe,’ he pointed to one a little farther down on the. They left her apartment and got into his car. He was being a gentleman and held the door for her but of course stole a glance at her shapely legs as she slithered into the seat.They had a perfect meal at the restaurant and were having a glass of wine after dinner when Tasha felt a twinge. An ever so brief vibration against her nipples and against her clit and then it was gone. It took her so by surprise that she almost spilled her wine that she was lifting to her lips when it hit. Phil looked. The huge prizes were now open for all to sample. The men behind her reached down to fondle and squeeze her tits. The men on either side rubbed her tits and stomach. She spread her legs and the men worked feverishly on the material covering her cunt.Finally she spoke. "Suck 'em". "Suck my tits." The men on either side forced their faces past the hands that were pinching her nipples. The men in the rear relinquished their hold on her huge jugs and were reduced to being now mere spectators. The.