She was very glad that her captors wererealistic enough to have provided her with a solidly engineered sports bra:it would have been impossible to do ...uch workouts with her ridiculously enlargedboobs swinging free. Once she was fit enough to run, they dressed her in a dreadfully familiargrey suit and harness, and opened the door to what they called "the Tomb".She reckoned it must have been built in something the size of a warehouse,but she never got a clear idea of its shape because the space. She spreadher thick, womanly thighs and let him have a look at her pink panties. He couldeven see the thick pubic bush beneath the thin cotton material, and the dampspot in the middle. She broke the spell by pulling down the skirt to her kneesagain. He smiled stupidly, but couldn't find the right words. He realised thathe had had a bit too much to drink already, and decided that enough was enough.He reached for her hand and tried to move closer to her, when he suddenly feltweak and dizzy. The. When he spurts inside me(don’t forget to wear your diaphragm in Paris) and pullsout hastily, he gazes again at my vagina and at the onein the painting. “Madame,” he concedes with a bow, “youare correct.”From the Louvre, stroll through the Jardin des Tuileries(zhar-dan day twee-le-ree) and onto the Champs Elysees(shons ay-lee-say), remembering to tug your skirt downevery few steps – or if necessary, pull your stockingsup. Stop for a late lunch at any one of. You don’t even know what you don’t know, ya fucktard. Ten times I’ve had to pull guys off of shit because all they wanted to do is beat the crap out of you. When the fuck you gonna learn respect? When the fuck you gonna see this is the best shot you got – and it’s a goddamn good one.”“Fucking bitch,” Arnie said, turning and walking away.The k** just stood there, in the middle of the site, completely humiliated.Arnie had had enough. And he made sure everyone heard it. And those that didn’t hear.