"I believe you deserve a reward for your hard work," he continued. "Iwant you to try and speak."Malika stopped eating and turned to look at him.He smi...led as he nodded."Try saying good morning," he ordered.She hesitated for a moment before clearing her throat. Maybe she wasgoing to be let free soon."Good...morning," she said softly.A shocked look appeared on her face."What...what has happened ...to my voice?" she gasped.It was now very high pitched and feminine sounding."I think you sound. My wife started to approach my cock cage to open it. Madame Vaucheronindicated there was no need. Madame Vaucheron lit a cigarette (a Gaulois),accepted a glass of wine, and started on me. She put on a thick rubberscouring glove, the kind that has the nubs on the fingertips. Lubricatingit well, she slipped it in deep into my ass. I moaned and rearedinvoluntarily. All of Paris could see me on the many high resolutioncameras around the room. Madame Vaucheron was an expert at this. Smokingnon-stop,. She shifted her hands to one side of Marsha's legs and leaned to put it in her mouth. "Don't make me cum Dot, I want to fuck you." Dot moved and sat up with her legs dangling from the tailgate. Hutch moved in between her legs and placed his cock-head up against her pussy lips and felt the wetness. His cock slipped into her with no effort whatsoever. Marsha moved and sat on the tailgate next to Dot and her lover."Jan? Can I borrow your husband? I need to fuck now."Jan had already given her. " Yeah, well I guess I'll get a taxi or Uber… or thumb a ride." Just then, a door on the other side of the room flung open.Jamie laughed, "Would you look at that? Whisper her name, and she appears'… and she looks mighty pissed off at you though."Liam jumps to his feet. "There you are, sweetheart. I've been looking everywhere for you."Stacy snaps back, "Don't give me that sweetheart bullshit. You've been sitting on your arse getting pissed."Jamie laughed mockingly, "You got yelled at. You're in.