This time his head was inverted and he was able to look through the gap between body an those exquisite fastenings still remaining taught as they pull...d the nylon integuments covering her legs from a point adjacent to his ears. This perspective of her thighs was only possible with that most intimate of contacts.A few moments more and fellatio was next called for by our Mistress of Ceremonies. He delicately played with her long black hair while this descendant of the Pharaohs skilfully. He lay on the floor of the ancient Parisian apartment andcould smell the layers, the generations, of smoke that hadsoaked into the wooden floor and thick plaster, the carpetsand battered furniture. Over that ancient scent was a freshcloud of harsh fume, drifting on the swell of Frenchchatter that came from the next room where Marie wastalking with her friends, telling them God knows what,preparing to bring them in here. In here to where he lay,helpless, alone, naked. Hard.The French had caused. "Hi, I'm Kelli" she introduced herself with a handshake and a smile, walking to me."Martin, nice to meet you Kelli. Give me a sec and i'll get the bag for you." Shame shame Martin" she said with a devilish grin and a fake thick southern accent. "Don't you Yankees offer a girl a drink before you do anything at all?"I chuckled, playing along. "Please forgive my lack of manners Miss Kelli. Can I get you something to quench your thirst?" I bowed from the waist, very low. When I came back up, I. If she did would it matter to her? Probably not. A shout and a scuffle brought my mind back as the mother had returned,obviously angry at her daughters disobedience. Quick as a flash she hadhandcuffed the girls hands behind her and was in the process of strappinga bright red rubber ball into her mouth, stretching her lips wide apart.Her mother forced the girl onto her knees, crossed her booted ankles andstrapped them in place. "Disobeying me. Playing with my slave withoutpermission. I thought.