Three Years Earlier The bar of the Hotel de Gascogne in Paris is a sophisticated and elegant place. A piano was playing quietly in one corner and I w...as sitting at the bar. I have naturally black hair and was wearing it long and loose. I was wearing a long, black silk evening dress with silver straps over my shoulders and with silver embroidery around the neck and hem. Black and silver sandals covered my stockinged feet. I wore a silver broach on my left breast. It was a stylised handcuff. My. First footwear, the box provided someheavyweight knee length silk stockings and patent leather black 3" blockheeled shoes. With some difficulty because of the rigid cosetry John hadto sit in an old overstuffed armchair to pull up the stockings and trapthem under the ruffles of his bloomers. The shoes too proved a trial buteventually he managed. Once again he paraded the entire outfit before themirror and was entranced by what he saw. In his eyes he had become thevery model of an elderly lady. .. I-" My heart was racing. What have I done?"Shhh.... Took you long enough." She just pulled me in closer and placed my lips on hers again. This sent a surge of electricity through my spine. Here I was, making out with my dream girl! Our tongues danced, saliva was exchanged, and I tasted the peppermint I saw her pop when I came back from the bathroom. Every piece of contact between our tongues sent a surge of pleasure between us. I placed my hand on her neck and pulled her closer to me, our. He lets her control the pace for a few thrusts and he is amazed at how furtive her movements become. She pushes back hard and grinds her ass against him and he can feel her trying to get his cock to reach places deep inside her that they haven’t reached before. She then begins fucking him, pushing and pulling rapidly until the sound of their hips slamming into one another fills the room. She pushes back hard and undulates her hips, feeling him all of the way inside of her. He reaches around to.