A Travel Guide for the Single Girl Arriving at the Gare St. Lazare, you'll be tempted to hop into one of the omnipresent Parisian taxis to carry you and all your luggage straight to your hotel. But before you do so, why not do what les Parisiennes do? Take a quick walk over to Printemps or Lafayettes, the large department stores just around the corner from the train station, and pick out a selection of naughty French lingerie. It's one of my favourite activities when traveling to Paris, and this trip would be no exception. Don't worry if you don't speak French tres bien (tray bee-en). I've found that in the lingerie section, if you just pick one of the sales girls with very short hair and a pierced tongue, she'll be glad to help you out. On this day, my clerk was particularly helpful as I was having trouble communicating my bra size. She expertly weighed each of my (rather large, I must admit) breasts with her nimble fingers, even tweaking my nipples into a hardened state ("so zat ah weel see what zey look lahk ondair all condee-see-ons", she explained professionally), amateur then quite accurately pronounced them 38 Ds (which is what I Hardcore thought I had said in the first place, but I guess my accent was just too much for her). She went through a similar ritual when I expressed an interest in buying some lacy panties, and again (with that classic roll of her pretty French eyes) as I requested stockings and garters. I finally settled on a red and black corset that left most of my breasts, including my nipples, exposed, a frilly pair of black crotchless panties, and long, black sheer nylon stockings. The corset had garter straps attached, so I was all set. I carefully pocketed the itemized invoice in my purse. Hold on to the invoice - it may come in handy later. Saying merci (mair-see) to the girl for all her valuable help, I now headed out to find a taxi. Forty minutes later, I was comfortably seated in the back of a cab on the way to my hotel on the left bank. I paid the driver in cash, but if you're traveling on cumshot a budget, you'll usually find that the teen driver will accept a blowjob as full payment. At the hotel, I quickly checked into my room, and a dozen or so bellboys fought over my luggage. I selected one (based solely on the size of his bulge, I confess!) and we headed up to my room. On the elevator, he said, "Is madame aware zat 'er buttons are undone down to ze navvel?" Madame was not, and noticing that I had my purse in one hand, and my purchases in the other, the bellboy graciously did them up for me. 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. I thought about offering him a blowjob, but no: I had come to Paris this time with the express purpose of performing French sex at that most French of places, the Eiffel Tower. I was not going to spoil the delicious anticipation of that blowjob event before I had even closed the door to my room. Apprehensive that he would think I was short-tipping him, I quickly pulled his cock out of his bellboy trousers and proceeded to jerk him off. It was an impressive hunk of French sausage. In no time, he had spurted onto the carpet by the entrance to the room. He just stood there with a stunned look on his face for a moment, and I thought perhaps I had indeed stiffed him. Then he quickly said, "Ah weel send someone to clean zat up," and hurried out of the room. A few minutes later another bellboy arrived, and he quickly removed the mess. Then he stood at the door, with his hand out. Alistair closed the door behind her and drew the blinds over his window, and then motioned Laura to sit down. Glad that Lilly hadn’t gotten her entire head wet. "Report?" asked a deep voice on the other end of the line. Jimmy, though he was concentrating on cock worship, could not bring himself to break eye contact with the tall, muscular, dominating young man, in front of him. He had a goatee, his face strong. I’m so glad the girls weren’t around to teen see me like this. “I will not take long. She nodded and did what amateur she was told.
 Raising her cumshot hands over blowjob her head, Aella pulled her nightgown off in one swift motion, revealing her Hardcore fully naked body to the chained up boy. That was the light bulb he needed during the slow pace the creature took to walk towards him. That’s just how life is. There is no reason to panic. They walked in silence for another moment before Grace spoke.