But Scarlett pushed the notebook shut and pressed it firmly to the table as if was Pandora's Box."What if..." she then began. Her words faded into not...hingness as she stood up.Even though she was still sitting down; as May raised her arm, she was made to feel like a ballerina being pirouetted by her partner. Scarlett walked around behind May, gently intertwining their fingers as she did so."What if someone took her by the hand... and whisked her away to a secret location."Scarlett led May up. The concierge handed me a picnic hamper and Shelley a large plaid blanket. He bid us farewell with a wave of his hand. I drove off with a wave back. Our day started out so well. The first thing I did, was something I wanted to do ever since I visited Paris. I drove down the Champs - Élysées toward the main highway out of Paris. Once outside Paris, I got off the major highway and drove through the countryside. We cruised through small towns, by farms and some big homes. Shelley and I saw. With over 100 km/h we blaze past the 'Camarque'.Saskia seeks her hot & interesting inspiration from the half-wild herds of small strong white horses.Saskia starts seductively, thanking me once more for the tasty tribute story playing there, recently.Saskia keeps me well awake with an enormous hard-on in the tent below my belly, by quoting me.Saskia keeps me warm & wanton for her seductive sexy suggestion: We can love and ride roughly.Saskia proposes in fact to divert from our original travel. Different industry, even. I was surprised he was here. I wondered if he brought his wife? He was staring at my hardon. Molly jumped off the desk and rushed out of the office."Nice tits!" He was still staring at my cock. I thought maybe he was gay. "I'd let that deflate a little before it starts drawing a crowd." He laughed. I laughed as squeezed by him on the way out of the office.I forgot where I left my beer and wished I could light up a doobie. Zoe Crocket was pouring a beer when I snuck up.