It’s in my mouth faster than a hardon in a whorehouse. He manages to pull my white dress up to my neck. ass porn (m’nazh a twa)” I ask. To my surprise, I find that the cute little one in the short skirt, with exquisite hair and makeup, is also a man! Voudrais-vous le pipe? He sees my point, and in a fit of intellectual stimulation, rushes to my aid. I gratefully accepted, and discovered that his wonderful massage actually did take my mind off my head. It was an impressive hunk of French sausage. It’s a wonderful compromise between Pierre’s desire for privacy and my own, well, slightly more exhibitionist nature. In my room, I was embarrassed to discover that I had nothing smaller than a hundred euro note – which is much too big a tip even for a garcon who had helped me with my blouse. Yours is – shav-ed, oh la la – but lahk zees one,” pointing to another nude who is clearly less excited than our subject snatch.
