I start with you shirt with a quick move its ripped right off you. And I can see that your not wearing a bra I quickly move a hand to your breasts and...start pinching your left nipple "ahhh" again you moan into my mouth. My other hand goes down again and starts pulling your pjs down underwear and all. When it gets to your knees you shake them off the rest of the way. Now with access to your ass my hand glides across your cheeks as I come across your sexy ass crack I slip one of my fingers. Mistress donned her leather basque, a short leather skirt, stockings and thigh-high boots. I was instructed that only stockings and high heels were to be worn.Mistress drove her slut to the town centre and parked at the rear of The Globe. She led me on my leash to the pub which we had visited a few times recently. The word had soon got around, and when we arrived at the pub around thirty guys were already there. Mistress was bought drinks, but she refused to let anyone buy her whore one, just. I like your cock, it a great size and I'm sure it will fill my pussy very nicely. Would you like to fuck me Robby. Would you like to stick you hard cock in my pussy? How about my mouth? I see you nodding and I'll take that as a yes. Good, now start stroking your cock, I want to see how a young man jacks off. It's been so long since I have seen a young cock like yours. I want it in my pussy. Think about it Robby, you can feel my mouth sucking your cock, my tongue licking on your cock head. My. The object of my love stood in the foreground of my view. And it then dawned upon me that, at long last, something I had wished for a decade earlier was about to come true: At long last, I would be making love in the City of Love. Julie turned to me, offering a small, delicate hand to me. I approached, took her hand, and allowed her to draw me to her. Then, as we had done on the day of our wedding, our right arms intertwined and we drank a toast: ‘To love in the City of Love on the night.