I'm a part of my culture, nothing else. If a Frenchman gives me the once over, I'm supposed to smile. I'd rather die than not respond the way he expec...ts. It means nothing, but we both enjoy it, so there's certainly no harm either. A French girl doesn't meet a man's eyes unless he wants her to look at him. Of course we sneak lots of peeks when he's not looking at us. So we know when to look the other way so he can look at us without being distracted or embarrassed. We all love this game.. He demanded, “Cunt, suck my cock!” I looked up at him and said, “Now you beg! I bet I can take at least two thirds down my throat . . . Have you ever had any woman do that?” He looked up, and said in a little boy voice he must use on his mother, “Please continue to suck my big cock!” I said back, “With emotion, and it’s not big!” He yelled, “Please suck my fucking huge cock!” I instructed him to remove his hands and I did the same. His cock now hung at least 13 inches, I dropped my mouth to the. I said I completely understood that the fringe benefits of this job were plentiful and a less than complete experience was better than nothing at all. Mr K said to find some way to kill the time and in a few hours we’d have a new plan ready for action. I did so by trying to find something substantive to eat. Around 10:30am I heard Mr K talking on his cellphone followed by a fairly boisterous conversation between Mr K and Mr G. Mr K seemed a bit agitated as he approached me to have a. She continued to let her pee rain down onto the clothing until she decided that she had used enough for now and closed them up. Cindy inspected her damage of the laundry room after hopping down from the washing machine and grinned to herself at her handy work. She soon turned on her heel and shut off the light to the laundry room and left, locking the door behind her. Cindy decided to head back to the kitchen for another round of peeing with a grin on her face. - - - Once back in the kitchen.