Kincaid, Michele, and Monique enjoyed their wet and soapy love making for nearly an hour until Maurice returned to the apartment. As Maurice let his presence be known, Kincaid told Michele that the time was short and that they would have to get ready for their evening at the Moulin Rouge and for Katya’s party in Versailles. Breathlessly, after both succumbing to several mind-blowing orgasms, Monique led Michele out of the tub and wrapped themselves together in a gigantic towel to dry off and continue their loving kisses and explorations of each others bodies. Kincaid then excused himself and told Monique that she had one hour to prepare Michele for the evening. With her master’s order, Monique led Michele to the master bedroom where she sat Michele down in front of a mirror and told her to relax as she prepared her hair, and then applied her makeup.
Meanwhile, as Monique prepared Michele for the evening, Kincaid, who was listening in to their conversation on the webcam, began planning for Michele's daily regimen of training, which would commence at Katya's party. As Kincaid finished dressing, in his own European way, he summoned Maurice to his study and told his trusty assistant that in one week he would make an offer to Barry that he would be unable to refuse. However, when Kincaid was asked by Maurice, who was in fact Kincaid’s subordinate in the spy agency, what would he then do if Michele’s husband refused, Kincaid looked sternly at the monitor that showed Monique preparing his new lover for the evening, and then said, “You know me Maurice, I have killed men over much less. My years in the service taught me that everyone has their price! Should her husband balk, well then he will have a very rude awakening. From what I can tell, and from what I have heard, it will not be much of a challenge to make Michele forever mine, especially when she learns about what crimes her husband will soon be arrested, thanks to a special program I placed in his home computer several months ago.”
Elsewhere, Monique prepared Michele for the evening, during which she dropped hints as to what she was to expect during her vacation and time with Kincaid in France. Without giving away any details, Monique told Michele that her time with Kincaid was to be life changing, and that she would have a tough time leaving such a man as he. As they talked, woman to woman, Michele began telling Monique about her husband Barry. It was clear to Monique that Michele was not truly happy in her marriage, and that it would not take much for Kincaid to claim this beautiful American as his own. As Michele talked, Monique, with the expertise of a trained investigator, was able to draw out of her charge a great deal of emotional information that she would need to report back to Kincaid, especially the fact that, the night before her departure, she and Barry had an argument that nearly became violent.
As the end of the hour approached, Monique led Michele over to the walk in closet and told her to choose what she wanted to wear for the evening. The only requirement, which was requested by Kincaid, was that Michele should wear something black and sheer. What Michele chose was a very sexy, yet very elegant number from Paris’s famous Lingerie Avenue. The dress was a simple black sheath number, with a sexy slit on the right side of the skirt, which fit her trim body like a glove. Monique suggested that Michele wear black stockings and thong underneath. Finishing off Michele’s fashion ensemble was a pair of black sandals.
At precisely 8 p.m. Kincaid knocked on the door and entered, as he looked at the fashion model before him. Michele was beautiful! She was both elegant, classy, and full of smoldering sexuality in the first of many evening gowns and dressed he planned on having her wear. The fact that Michele wore no jewelry made her even more beautiful, and since she was a natural beauty who needed little makeup, he knew that she would be a popular site at Katya’s. It took Kincaid a few seconds to take the site of his new American lover all in as he smiled and told her how beautiful she looked, and how marvelous a job Monique had performed in preparing Michele for the evening’s entertainment and festivities. Kincaid then led his new found love to the elevator and down to the main street where Maurice was waiting to take them to the Moulin Rouge for their 9:00 p.m. reservations for dinner.
Since they had returned from the café and their alley interlude, the air in Paris had suddenly become filled with humidity that neared 90 percent. Normally Kincaid would have complained, but when he saw that the humidity made Michele’s dress cling to her shapely body he just smiled and offered a silent prayer to the gods of thunder and lightening. Once in the back of the limousine, Michele and Kincaid embraced and slowly began to kiss and pet. Kincaid, who knew that the Paris traffic would be congested, took control of the situation and ordered Michele to begin sucking his cock, while he pulled up her skirt and began feasting and drinking from her moist cunt, as he hiked her skirt, which was made of wrinkle free satin, up around her waist, and positioned himself under her bottom.
For the next 30 minutes Kincaid and Michele feasted on the juices of the others as Maurice expertly guided the German vehicle to the Moulin Rouge. As Kincaid and Michele sucked and fucked, Maurice did his best to concentrate on the task of getting Michele and Kincaid safe to the theater, but such a task was made difficult with the sight, sounds and smells of the sex emanating from the back of the automobile. Kincaid was the first to explode as he groaned and emptied his spunk down Michele’s greedy throat, until he was spent. Michele however continued to suck and lick every last drop without letting any spill out from her lips and onto her expensive dress. Then, as Michele licked up the last of Kincaid’s salty spunk, her back arched down in a sudden and sharp reaction to her own orgasm, the sound of which nearly caused Maurice to veer off the road. Michele’s orgasmic pussy juice coated her French lover’s face as she muffled her cries of pleasure with Kincaid’s still hard cock, until finally, after several minutes of heavy breathing and panting, in the heat of afterglow, she slowly zipped up and then got off her lover, and then put her now exposed breasts back into her dress as the two of them kissed lovingly, as Kincaid tied her dress straps tight and lowered and smoothed her hiked up dress.
It was at that moment that Kincaid said to Michele, ‘’I Love You!’’
Kincaid’s words caught her off-guard, but, despite the jet lag and intense eroticism of her first few hours in Paris, there was no denying in her heart that she felt the same, yet at that moment she was afraid to say those words in return. Instead, Michele just turned around and looked tearfully and lovingly into Kincaid’s eyes and said, “In my heart I think I love you, but I'm not ready to say the words.”
To which Kincaid replied, “You will soon, Mon amour,” kissing her deeply, as he felt Michele’s heart and soul begin to further surrender to him, thanks in large part to the romantic power that is Paris.
For the remainder of the drive Michele and Kincaid sat silently and held each other lovingly as they passed through the most romantic part of the city, and watched as the sun slowly disappeared for the day. Soon they arrived, but the doors didn't open until about 9:30pm, so those with reservations had to stand outside and wait in the hot and humid Paris early evening. However, Kincaid had arranged for he and Michele to be the first ones in, so that he and his love would not have to wait long, in the sweltering weather, with those who were queued. As they arrived, Kincaid mentioned to Michele that he thought this was pretty stupid and inconsiderate of the Moulin Rouge management, considering how hot it was outside and how cool it was inside because of the air-conditioning.
Maurice then pulled the car up to the entrance and opened the passenger door and took Michele’s hand as he helped her out into the humid air. Her dress barely concealed her breasts, as she felt all of the men looking upon her. Additionally, the oral session that she and Kincaid had enjoyed in the back seat had given her a smoldering look of afterglow that only served to amplify her natural beauty. After Kincaid got out of the vehicle, he took his love by the hand and instructed to Maurice to be back promptly after the show so that he could take them to Katya’s mansion in Versailles.
Michele and Kincaid were soon inside and seated by 9:45pm, right in the center of the front row, but not before he could give her a quick tour and history lesson as she marveled at the dinner theater, that is the Moulin Rouge. As Michele gawked at her surroundings, Kincaid, who was fiercely anti-Hollywood, stated to his lovely companion that,
“Before the movie Moulin Rouge was released, not too many people knew that the Moulin Rouge even existed. But, as you can see, it is in fact a real place, and the movie I think gives a good insight into how life probably would have been like at the old Moulin Rouge. However, I must admit that even though it was not a French film, most Frenchmen think that the film was fairly accurate. Though Nicole Kidman was not near as sexy and beautiful as you my dear.”’
To which Michele just smiled and said, loud enough for the couple at the next table to hear, “You know honey, I can still taste your cum on my lips. Can I have some more?”
Kincaid, who was mesmerized by Michele’s beauty, was even more surprised by her request as he winked at her, reached under the table, carressed her stocking covered thigh and then whispered into her ear, "not now, I'm saving it up for later, but then again so are several other people!"
With those cryptic words, Kincaid continued on with the history lesson and said, “The real Moulin Rouge opened in October 1889, and just like in the movie it was a place where the Paris underworld met the upper class life of the rich and privileged. Politicians, ambassadors and even the Prince of Wales came to mix with the courtesans, can-can girls and performers who called the Moulin Rouge home. In the movie some of the characters were also based on real people. Can you guess who?”’
To which Michele just smiled and shook her head “no.”
Kincaid then laughed at how cute Michele now looked as she focused on him and hung on his every word.
“’Well,” Kincaid said, “Zidler was the co-owner or manager of the real Moulin Rouge. But his name was not Harold Zidler, it was Charles Zidler. Another character from the movie, whom was based on a real person, was Toulouse Lautrec. Like in the movie, he was a famous artist and spent most of his life at the Moulin Rouge, where he befriended a lot of the courtesans and performers. His life was actually not as funny as it is portrayed in the film. He had a bone condition that stopped his bones from growing after he had two accidents when he was a young boy, which broke both of his legs. He was only four feet and eleven inches tall. A lot of his art work lives on today and gives us Toulouse's artistic view of what life at the Moulin Rouge was all about. “
It was about this time, as the waiter approached, that Michele smiled and winked at Kincaid, as she said, with a lustful and breathless voice, “Maybe I can be a nude showgirl and stripper here someday,” as she reached under the table and grabbed his already hard cock. It was all Kincaid could do to not blow his load as he looked at his companion’s hard nipples, which were visible through the thin fabric of her dress, and imagined what pleasures the specially arranged party at Katya’s would be unveiled for his unsuspecting, but likely agreeable, daring, and very exhibitionist future wife.
It wasn't long after the two of them sat down that Kincaid took the liberty to order their meals and drinks. For appetizers, he ordered smoked salmon. It was awful tasting on it's own, but it was very tasty once they put lemon juice over it. For the main course they both had beef with Bearnaise sauce and sautéed potatoes, which Michele claimed was “a fantastic meal,” as the meat was incredibly tender. For desert Kincaid had a berry pie, which was lovely, and Michele had a chocolate Moulin Mousse. While they enjoyed their meal, a small band entertained Michele and Kincaid. It was a quaint jazz-type band. For singers they switched between a lady and a black man. They mainly sang cabaret type songs, some classic Sinatra type tunes and things like that. The singers were very good and provided a nice classy atmosphere, as Michele thought to herself how lucky a girl she truly was.
After the warm up acts had left the stage, Michele and Kincaid then had the pleasure to witness the main act in the whole show- The memorable Cancan dancers, beautifully dressed in red, white and blue dresses and wearing sexy frilly white underwear. Michele thought to herself, as she loving held Kincaid’s cock, and slowly stroked it, that it was great to see something which is so well known the world over and better yet, seeing it live at the renowned and prestigious Moulin Rouge.
As the show ended, Kincaid turned to his new love and asked her what she liked best about the show. Michele then kissed him deeply, and then said, “You're probably going to think I’m a fool, but I never knew that I would be seeing this type of show, while at the same time getting wet over the fact that most of the women were topless.”
To which he replied, “ the one thing I should point out is every girl has natural breasts, implants are not allowed in the show. I can honestly say that, after having seen the show so many times, I don't even notice that the girls are topless.”
Kincaid’s remarked earned him an even deeper kiss, as he feigned ignorance and said with a smile, “It's true my love, there's too much else to watch.” At which point Michele just gave her new lover a wicked smile, and mockingly asked, “Honey, take me dancing!”
With Michele’s request to dance, Kincaid knew that she was going to enjoy the party at Katya’s.
By the time they left the Moulin Rouge darkness had fell over Paris, but it was not called the City of Lights for nothing, as Michele, in a lustful trance, took in the sites of the neon lit City of Love as the Mercedes made its way to Versailles. As Michele watched the scenery go by, Kincaid had taken the liberty of once again hiking up her dress and feasting on her moist and wanting pussy until she was just about ready to cum. However, as Kincaid felt her orgasm approaching, he suddenly jammed a finger up her tight ass. The jolt of her lover’s rough and callused finger up her tight bung hole, which was slick with her juices, caused Michele to cry out in screams of ecstasy, as all around the car, at the traffic light, pedestrians looked on with knowing smiles at the sexual spectacle that had appeared before them. Once again, it was all Maurice could do to stay on the road, but he knew, that as a reward for his help in securing Michele, he would be handsomely rewarded, not just by Kincaid, but also by Kincaid's former lover, Kabuki.
After about 15 minutes of bringing Michele to her mind-blowing orgasm, they finally arrived at Katya’s estate. As they pulled up to the mansion, Kincaid explained that Katya was an old friend from his days of serving in the military during the Cold War. Katya, he said, was about 48 years old and a former silver medal figure skater and gymnast for the old Soviet Union. However, now she was Russia’s ambassador to France, as well as a head of Russia's spy operations in France. Kincaid then said that, about once a month, as ambassadors are wont to do, she holds a private party for those whom she considers her most trusted friends, including several American, Asian, and European movie stars.
“In fact tonight’s party is a celebration of sorts. I am on the verge of sealing a very big deal, which I will sure you will come to be excited about and which I am not at liberty to discuss as of yet. Ambassador Gorbachev, or Katya as she prefers to be called, wants to meet me socially tonight so that she can advise me on how best to close the deal. While she and I are talking privately, I can assure and promise that you will thoroughly enjoy the people whom you are to meet, especially the military men from the Congo.”
As Kincaid finished his sentence, he opened the car door, and led Michele up the steps where a butler was waiting. Maurice then headed back to spend the rest of the evening, and the following day, with Monique, planning and preparing for the next 14 days of Michele’s planned stay in France.
As Michele and Kincaid entered the official residence of Her Honor, the Ambassador to France, of the Russian Federated Republic, Katya Gorbachev, they were greeted by an older looking and very handsome distinguished gentleman, whom Kincaid introduced simply as Luc. Luc, who had a massive physique underneath his suit, led the two of them into a large room where a small crowd of about ten very beautiful older women, none of whom were younger than 35, who also were all obviously in tip top physical shape, and who were all dressed as sexy and elegantly as Michele was. As for the nine uniformed African men, they all appeared to be much younger then their female dates, with the exception of Kincaid’s friend Luc.
As Kincaid and Michele entered the room a beautiful dark haired woman, with high cheekbones and the body of a goddess, who was dressed in white stilettos and a tight see through white dress, greeted them. Michele could clearly see the woman’s nipples through the thin Lycra mesh top. The woman reached out and gave Kincaid a big hug, and then turned to Michele and said, in a very thick Russian accent,
“Darling, you must be Michele, my friend Kincaid has told me so much about you. I should warn you though, he is a spy, but we are no longer enemies, just VERY GOOD friends.”
Michele just laughed at her spy remark and said that she, Katya, looked lovely, and that she hoped to have a wonderful evening. It was at that point that Katya took Michele by the hand and began introducing her to everyone in the room. As Katya took Michele’s hand, she winked at Kincaid and said to him in French, “she is perfect. I hope she tastes as good as she looks.”
To which Kincaid just responded with a mischievous grin. As Katya introduced her, everyone appeared to be genuinely happy to meet Michele as they eyed her body with knowing smiles as to what was to eventually come.
As Michele was introduced, Kincaid continued to talk with Luc, as he kept a close eye on her new lover. Michele did the same, for despite all the handsome and sexy African men in the room, she was jealous of sharing her lover. Even with Monique, she felt a great deal of jealously as she competed earlier in the shower and tub for his cock and affection. As she watched and studied him interact with his friends, Kincaid’s, she noticed how his black suit contrasted with the olive green military dress uniforms of Katya's African military guests. In addition, Kincaid's longer graying brown hair contrasted with the clean-cut majority, but Kincaid didn’t seem to notice or care, and it was that indifference that turned her on the most.
As Michele took a glass of wine she slipped into easy conversation with Katya, and several of the other men and women. None of the guests were America, and they were all curious about her life in the Midwest, and especially about Chicago. “Did you ever see Michael Jordon play basketball?” the leggy Chinese diplomat asked. “Is this your first time in Paris?” the busty Swedish model queried. “How long are you staying?” the large Congolese Army major asked, as the questions and conversations flowed through the night.
Throughout the evening, Kincaid slipped in and out of the conversations Michele was having with all of the curious guests, but he continued to talk with her softly all the while, putting her as much at ease as she could be. As the conversations wore on, and despite the persistent buzz from the glasses of wine, Michele felt the eyes of Katya's guests following her around the room. The simple long black sheath dress that hugged her body revealed no lines underneath. That’s because, as Michele chuckled to herself, there was nothing was under the flimsy dress to make lines, just her thigh-high black stockings and thong. Her long tussled hair was worn comfortably, contrasting, much like Kincaid, with the carefully done hair styles in the room. Unlike the corporate parties she had attended with Barry, Michele liked these people, for they were were successful people from Paris and the surrounding area, and they all had something about them she liked. They were especially warm in meeting her, and seemed to be genuinely interested in her; for they listened to her and asked good questions while answering the questions she asked of them.
During the course of the party, as Michele was engaged in conversation, Kincaid, Katya and Luc slipped away to the ambassador’s private office where they enjoyed a quick, but mutually satisfying, threesome before discussing their plans for Michele’s training at Roissy. Katya had suggested, and Kincaid agreed, that a trip at the DGSE's female spy academy would be a good thing, as Michele would likely soon be going with Kincaid and Luc to Japan and the entire Pacific rim for an extended period of time in lieu of the information now coming out of Tokyo about what their sources were calling Project I.K.U.
It was at that point that Katya reminded Kincaid and Luc that the Japanese loved to fuck foreign woman, and a sexually attractive and submissive American female would be the perfect gift to exchange for corporate secrets. Additionally, it was decided that Luc would select four men for Michele’s “work out” at his gym the following day. As they finalized their plans for Michele, Kincaid looked at his watch and smiled as he said simply, “Show Time!” It was now time for the real party to begin.
Downstairs, the night moved comfortably Michele thought. The music that played from a good sound system was part of Katya’s selection of new jazz. There was an open bar along the wall, with a large table with food along another wall. Couches and stuffed chairs cluttered the other side of the room. Michele guessed there to be twenty or so people who had arrived at the party after she and Kincaid had arrived. It amused her that it wasn’t easy to determine who had come with whom, for they all mingled easily, spending time with someone and then moving on, seemingly enjoying each others company.
In the middle of the room couples were dancing, as Michele watched them for a while before a very handsome older Russian naval officer came up to her and politely invited her to join him. She found herself having fun, really having fun, as the people around her on the dance floor talked with her, drawing her into their conversations easily and openly. The music was between songs when suddenly a large antique father clock struck midnight, at which point she and the Captain stood amongst a collection of people on the dance floor, waiting, she thought, for the music to continue. Then, as she felt the naval officer's eyes undressing her, she found herself deep in thought about her new lover and wishing he was there, when suddenly, as if by magic and almost out of nowhere, Kincaid was behind her, as he leaned into her and kissed her on the neck with a deep and loving gentle peck.
“Having fun?” he asked.
She turned her head to him and smiled. “Yes sweetie, I thought you abandoned me” she told him.
“Oh no my love, I will never leave you.” He responded.
From behind, he kissed her on the cheek and began to untie the thin strap on the back of her dress. The touch of his hand sent shivers up her spine, until finally, with the straps loosened, Kincaid eased her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, as Michele now stood suddenly near naked among Katya's guests.
Kincaid leaned into her and kiss her cheek again. “Have fun,” he whispered, and then moved away.
Michele was alone in the middle of the floor for only a moment, when suddenly Katya stepped to her from behind and kissed her neck. Katya’s hands then came around her and cupped each of her full breasts, while Michele then watched as two of the uniformed Congolese soldiers moved to her sides and leaned over to run their tongues around her nipples which Katya offered to them. It was all happening so fast, Michele thought to herself, but so perfectly as another black man moved to kneel in front of her, ripped off her flimsy thong and then pushing his face into her well shaven pussy for a kiss. The soldier forced Michele to spread her feet wider apart as she felt his tongue snake between her legs to her clit. Around her, Michele saw people all over the room pulling their clothes and uniforms off and tossing them to the side. She then suddenly caught a glimpse of Kincaid who was standing by the bar with a drink in his hand as their eyes connected and they both smiled.
Then, as Katya and the three men worked her over, Michele suddenly became weak in the knees as she closed her eyes and drifted completely into the moment. Soon she felt herself being lifted up by the soldiers, whereupon someone had moved a hand to her face, a woman’s hand, she thought, for the fingers from the hand tasted like that of a woman. Michele licked and sucked the fingers hoping she was doing a good enough job as a the colored man who had been kneeling in front of her had a finger inside her pussy as he licked circles around her clit. The two men who were beside her originally had both begun sucking her nipples as Katya, who was still behind her, ran a finger down the crack of her ass toward Michele's anus. Michele then felt her hands being gently drawn to hard cocks beside her, as she instinctively grasped each of them and began to stroke and milk them.
As if by magic or perhaps as in a dream, Michele felt herself being lifted higher, as she was moved across the floor being held by men all around her. Her eyes open now, Michele saw the faces in the room watching her, all of them naked, waiting. They soon brought her to a coffee table and gently put her down on her back, whereupon she looked up and around at the men and women standing around her, for all of the guests had been invited to watch her, as they took in her body, her passion, and her lust.
Katya moved from above her and leaned over her to begin licking her breasts, while Michele did the same to Katya, since her breasts and hard nipples were only inches from her face. Michele's hands were then placed on two cocks again, while her legs were lifted up for her and spread, until she felt a cock nuzzle her wet pussy and push inside. Michele raised her hips to receive it; but she didn’t need to as the strange cock pushed inside her completely and began to slowly stroke and fuck her.
Before she was positioned, Michele looked up to see the black men standing around her stroking themselves. Some of the white and Asian women had their hands between their legs or on their breasts. She then looked down to see the black man who was inside her. His name didn’t matter to her at all, for soon Michele felt a splatter of cum hit her belly, as she realized that it was from someone beside her. Too soon, she told herself, but almost immediately the man inside her pussy spasm and pushed, spitting his load deep inside her, after which Katya then leaned forward to lick Michele’s cum filled pussy as the black man withdrew from her.
As the guests and the participants watched, Michele’s first orgasm rippled over her body as Katya found her clit and broke all of her resistance to the strange feeling of a woman’s lips on her most tender of places. Michele was still shivering in her orgasm, with Katya pulling hard on her clit, when she felt her legs being lifted higher as finger moved over her cum filled pussy and wetness down to her anus. Tthe two fingers that entered her were simply preparing her for what she knew was to come, as suddenly they were gone, only to be replaced by the tip of someone’s cock, which slowly pushed inside her ass, as she moaned and felt her tight muscles slip over the crest of the head.
Katya seemed to consume Michele’s pussy as the cock slid deep insider her ass while hands from somewhere lifted suddenly Katya’s hips from Michele’s face giving enough room for a black cock to be offered to her mouth, which Michele took it greedily and began to suck, as Michele quickly came again, for a second time, when Katya pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. The fingers in her pussy mixed with the cock fucking her ass were too much to hold back from, for Michele had no idea if the cock in her ass was cumming inside her, until suddenly she felt the hot cum in her bowels as the cock withdrew from her rear passage way.
Michele soon felt herself being lifted again, and was carried to a couch along the wall where another black man was waiting, sitting, with his cock hard and pointing upward. The men who had carried Michele then let her stand and crawl up onto him by her own power, as she mounted him and began taking his cock slowly as he sucked on her breasts and held her tight as she slid down slowly while his cock impaled itself inside of her pussy, after which she fuck him slowly, for his cock had stretched her pussy to the max, while behind her a mew pair of fingers again found her asshole, which was still wet with the cum that leaked out of it. The fingers didn’t linger, for they moved to her hips to hold her still while the tip of a new cock pushed inside her ass, filling her alongside the giant cock in her pussy, as Michele leaned into the man beneath her and let them fuck her, slowly, together.
Michele's head was now laying on the shoulder of her African lover as she opened her eyes to look around the room. Everywhere she looked people were in various states of love making, except Kincaid and Luc who stood beside the bar watching her. As Michele glanced over at Kincaid and Luc in a sweaty and lustful glaze, they raised their glassed in a salute and smiled to her. She winked and smiled back, but then gasped loudly as she felt both men come inside her at once, the feeling of which was even more intense then she had ever imagined, as their ropes of scalding cum made her shudder as she closed her eyes and ground herself down on the man in her pussy, making herself cum again for good measure.
After Michele had convulsed and calmed down, the man behind her, whose face she never saw, withdrew from her ass, while the man in her pussy softened and withdrew from her too, as she passionately kissed him. As the man in Michele's pussy withdrew, Katya moved onto the couch beside her and kissed her ear. Katya’s tongue soon moved from her ear, down her neck, across her back, down her ass, until finally she had her face buried between Michele’s spread legs. Michele felt the tongue and lips gathering the cum from her pussy and ass as she pushed her tongue farther into the man’s mouth. After that moment, Michele lost count of how many times she had been fucked and cum on, all the while watching Kincaid and Luc, out of the corner of her eye, continue their conversation, as they watched her receive cock after cock. Somehow the night ended, as her weariness of the last 24 hours finally wore her down until she passed out, just as the sun was rising, in the throws of a final orgasm brought on by a cock in her ass, and two in her mouth...
