We strolled along the sidewalks lining the River Seine. We played "I spy" and Cassandra laughed when she pointed out a green bench. And then we dolled... up and went to the Opera.Three years ago, I could never have imagined my life would be where it was now. Even with all the hopes and dreams for each woman I'd felt during the incredibly intense week we'd all spent in Paris, I never would have guessed the three of us would end up together.I had consider myself a truly blessed man.Late that night,. I got dates, but nothing spectacular. I lost my cherry after a sophomore game to one of the cheerleaders, but it was one time only. I had also been sucked off by the gym queer a number of times, and once been assfucked by the quarterback as part of an initiation ritual for the football team.I got in the stall and pulled off my jeans, leaving me wearing only a jock. I loved the feel of rubbing myself off on the slightly harsh fabric. I had my hand in my crotch and I'd been reliving my night with. "Come with me." He led the way through towards the back of the house. It was a large house. It was a long walk. "I mean no one asked Ian Fleming if he was a sadistic bastard after writing Casino Royale, did they?"Alice made a non-committal, 'I haven't thought about it' noise.Sebastian stopped at a large pair of double doors. "He was of course, but that's not really the point." He ushered Alice through into another corridor. In contrast with the rest of the house this had a clinical air about. Trembling, she complied. My initial intention was to go straight down on her, and get my tongue up inside her,but I decided I wanted her to perform a little for me, first. "Show me what you were doing to yourself just now" I grinned She tended to smile broadly when embarrassed I had noted She'd got the most fabulous smileShe smiled now, but was enormously flushed "NO! I CAN'T" she protested , giggling "It's private" and she placed her hand over her pussy in a movement of 90% concealment.