Charlotte's Sabbatical in Paris: Book 4 (Charlotte's Diaries)

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Charlotte has finished two years at Oxford University, and on the advice of her Tutor is taking a year's sabbatical in Paris to improve both her spoken French and to better understand the all important cultural differences that seperate the two Nations. She certainly is quickly subjected to a series of relationships that underline the more open approach to sex and especially lesbianism practised by the Parisians.Charlotte's Sabbatical in Paris. Extract.Charlotte's thoughts were still in Africa. What was her aunt doing now? And what had made her take so long to answer the 'phone?Maud gently replaced the receiver, no sooner than it was in its cradle than she felt her dress being pulled up."Down with your knickers I specially selected for you. You take them off yourself and bend over the sofa, Maud obeyed knowing any hesitation would be welcomed, for it then moved to stage two. Although she got a cataclysmic orgasm at the end of stage two, it was always the plunge into the opening part that had her hesitating, like diving into icy water on a hot day.Marie kept her shaved. Every morning Maud had to stand feet apart while Marie busied herself with a shaving brush and a round tub of shaving soap, very expertly manipulating the Gillette safety razor into every crevice. Maud was convinced that after all these times of daily treatment no self-respecting hair would ever dare to emerge again. But for Marie this was a ritual preparing her own private pussy, as she referred to Maud's mons pubis. Then Marie would rub expensive virgin olive oil all over the outside, finally polishing Maud's bulge until it literally shone."That's how we polish our virgin brides for their wedding night, they has to be like they was just out from their mummy's tummy." She admired her handy work."The man has to see where he is going, and I ain't any different." Maud knew what was coming next, but also had learnt to wait to be told, initiative was not something Marie tolerated, that was definitely a stage two if ignored."Turn round and touch your toes, feet well apart. Let's get into your bottom crack and that little anus of yours, pull and hold your cheeks wide apart, push your bottom higher, Marie does not want to repeat herself, now does she?"Marie gazed at the splendid large but tight muscled arse, yes arse was a better word than bottom, these white people were too prudish at times. She slid her fingers over the now well healed and equally well polished burn marks. Mine on the left cheek and Marie on the right. Small, each one less than two inches long and half the height, both close to each side of the puckered anal ring, so only seen if Maud allowed intimacy with someone. She remembered only too well the night she had tricked Maud into her room; and the nearby squeaking windmill that had helped drown out the anguished cries from her victim. Did these white folk not understand anything about belonging? Menfolk were cut on the face and head to show that they were mature and fully integrated into the tribe, that they belonged and were beholden. Some even branded their women on their big buttocks with a hotwire showing a symbol like the one they put on their cattle. Maud had shouted that she would press charges, but then Marie reminded her that everyone including the national newspapers would love to hear the story. She remembered her next words well."Your body belongs to me now, it is my possession. You will find the scars are always very sensitive there so you will get extra pleasure every time I bugger your arse, which will be very often."Marie carefully shaved all of the big arse and down into her crack, then up into Maud's groin to meet the shaved front. Then like at the front she rubbed in the virgin olive oil, when she was satisfied she took her buffing cloth and like polishing a large shoe she polished and polished until Maud's cheeks shone like a black girls. Last of all was the part she knew Maud now craved

  • | Author: Kathleen Scotte
  • | Publisher: Independently published
  • | Publication Date: Jul 25, 2018
  • | Number of Pages: 262 pages
  • | Language: English
  • | Binding: Paperback
  • | ISBN-10: 1983398829
  • | ISBN-13: 9781983398827
Author:
Kathleen Scotte
Publisher:
Independently published
Publication Date:
Jul 25, 2018
Number of pages:
262 pages
Language:
English
Binding:
Paperback
ISBN-10:
1983398829
ISBN-13:
9781983398827