I placed thecrown on his head and then kissed him on the cheek. He started wiping atit immediately like it was disgusting to get kissed, but he contin...ued tosmile."Well," I told them while gesturing to my bus. "I brought your carriage,if you would like to join me for a ride to the castle."Their excitement grew when they realized this wasn't a chance meeting,and that we were going to be spending at least the 30 minute drivetogether.We started toward the bus. "Wave to your loyal subjects," I told. It was an amazing feeling experiencing both pain and pleasure at the same time.The fucking seemed to go on forever. I came another three times during it all and I couldn’t believe how much my body was betraying me. I was being raped and beaten and I was enjoying every minute of it. This fact was not lost on these men. The same guy from before even pointed it out again out loud. “I’m telling ya, this bitch here is getting off on all of this. The fucking, the beating…she’s loving it all!” Our. Paris an unfaithful lover, who tries to excite you at night around theseedy streets of Montmartre or Pigalle, and whom you find has got up andstolen your wallet and clothes and left you without leaving even atelephone number.Yes, Paris is a one night stand and it doesn't come any seedier thanPigalle.Paris is overrun by foreigners who cannot even speak French properly. Youdon't believe me? Just try getting off a train at Gare de Lyon and findinga taxi driver who can speak French properly.That. -but where should I get changed?-He just pointed the back seat.-okay, you stay out till I do that-He nodded his head. He was gonna see me changing.-uh…whatever-I went to the back seat and started changing myself. He was looking at me like it was a very funny scene. My sari was put inside my bag.As soon as I came to the front seat, imad pulled me towards him and started kissing my lips. I let him kiss me up to my neck and after a while, pushing him apart, I said,-imad…stop! You are making me.