Now don't get me wrong, I considered hooking, but I really didn't like the idea of jail for sex. So, I was just a depraved greedy slut.I would go to t...e lowest class dance clubs and grind against any man that wanted it, and many had fucked me right on the dance floor. I once even had a cock in my cunt and ass at the same time, on the dance floor, a few times.Tonight, I had eagerly been guided out to the back alley and had a steady stream of cocks coming out to fill me. Now I was driving home. Jean rose the tip high in the air and spurred his horse forward. He waited for his entourage to mount up, then lead the procession forward and out onto the streets of Paris.They made the short walk to the Abbey of Saint Martin des Champs solemnly, riding past the crowd of people that filled the streets, all looking on in somber silence. They passed through the gates into the courtyard. Sir Jean was surprised by the number of people filling the stands and lining the walled area of the list. No. Sometimes I join her for vacations at this time, though not often because I only get two weeks of vacation a year. When the next month rolls around, the cycle starts all over again. Some months she declares a ‘vacation month’ and simply spends the whole time relaxing. Quarter past five on a Friday afternoon. Finally home for the weekend. I pulled my silver Lexus (courtesy of my wife’s money, of course) into the driveway. Debbie’s black BMW still wasn’t there. She had left on Tuesday on one of. Then I kissed over her neck and ears. I was caressing all over her body and started pressing her boobs.I then removed her top, and she was wearing a petticoat underneath. Then I kissed her over the boobs and then went down to her belly. I was playing with her belly for some time. All the while, she was holding my head and pressing it towards her belly. I gave her a nice lick over her belly.She was feeling so excited about this act, and then I threw away her petticoat., and she had good-sized.