"Oooo Marnie, this is so exciting.  The trials and tribulations we went
through to get this trip suddenly seem worth it, don't they?."  Barbara
said, waiting for their chance to board the flight to Orly.

"Don't remind me.  Let's put all of that behind us and make new memories
that will overpower the memories of the past."  Marnie countered.

"I'm with that."  Barbara agreed.  "Look at our two guys, Marnie wave.  Do
you think they'll do okay without us for a week?" 

"Roger's a trooper.  With the meals I put up in the freezer, he has no
excuses, as long as Brenda doesn't run roughshod over him.

"My George is the same way.  Our daughters sure have them wrapped around
their little fingers, don't they."  Barbara added.

As they inched along the enclosed gangway to the plane Marnie warned, "I
hope you don't expect much conversation from me on the flight, I'm going to
do what we used to tell Brenda to do on trips. I'm going to sleep as much
as possible to make the trip seem shorter." 

"That's not a bad idea.  It is a long trip and we have the time zone
changes.  Let's both try to rest as much as possible so we'll have the
strength to party along the Mediterranean when we get there."  Barbara
agreed.  "This seems like a spirited group, I hope they plan to settle down
once the plane is under way."  Barbara observed of the regular members of
the group chartering the plane, who were boisterous and physically
animated.

Marnie and Barbara's seats were in the middle of the bulkhead.  They had
nothing to look at but a pattern of the airline's colors in a fifties art
style.  The plane was a wide body with two isles.  They pulled seats in the
middle two of six seats across, and looked longingly at the paired seats
along the windows, as they knelt on their seats and looked back at the
large plane.

"Oh Ma'am," Marnie was saying, to get a flight attendant's attention, "Is
this going to be a full flight?"

"Yes Ma'am, I sorry it is.  You can look at it this way though, you have
the best two seats for the movie screen in this section."

Marnie and Barbara sat back into their seats and put their belts on.  "It's
okay Marnie, we'll be sleeping right?"  Barbara said, consoling.

They ended up being bracketed by well-tanned friendly couples on either
side of them.  Each couple on their out side, was so eager to make
conversation with them, that for the first fifteen minutes after taking
off, Marnie and Barbara, barely even looked at each other.  About twenty
minutes into the flight, Marnie and Barbara excused themselves, so they
could talk together.  Just as they decided to try to sleep, the flight
attendants were in the aisles passing out packages for all of the charter
passengers.  Marnie pointed out that they weren't part of the group, but
the flight attendant said that they had paid for their seat, so they were
entitled.  They looked at the sealed package, and saw the "Sun Tours
International" logo, looked to their sides and saw their neighbors starting
to doze, and smiled at each other as they closed their eyes to sleep.

Marnie was awakened by the flight attendant asking the couple in the window
row to the left for beverage requests.  The flight attendant had changed
from the airline uniform into a colorful bikini top and matching wraparound
skirt ensemble, giving her a tropical island girl look.  Then another
attendant appeared similarly dressed but in different colors on the other
aisle.

Marnie elbowed Barbara awake to ask,  "Hey Barb, do you want something to
drink?"

"Oh hi, I guess so.  What are you having?"  Barbara asked.

"The tray is filled with mixed drinks with umbrellas."  Marnie observed out
loud.  "This is an unusual flight."  She said to Barbara, then to the
attendant, she responded, "I guess I'll have what everyone else is having."

"Me too."  Added Barbara.

"Ummm, Pina Coladas." 

They talked for about fifteen minutes about what they planned to do for fun
and relaxation on the trip until an announcement was heard for people to
close the shades for a movie.  The movie started and it was obviously an
old movie from the fifties or so, called "Penelope's First Time".  Marnie
and Barbara looked at each other quizzically in unison as the poorly
restored movie started its run.

It was about a young woman's awakening to the healthful benefits of nudism.
The passengers were laughing uproariously, but Marnie and Barbara stared at
the screen eyes wide, mouths open, incredulously.  The couple to Marnie's
left nudged her to see if she was enjoying the outdated movie as much as
they were.  Marnie smiled politely, and went back to feeling like she had
taken the flight to the Twilight Zone.

There were a couple of more movies in a similar vain, "Ways to Health and
Beauty" and "Elysia".  Between runs, the flight attendants passed out more
drinks and seemed to be amused with their unique assignment for this group.
By the second and third movies, the passengers were, by and large, not
listening to the dialog through the headphones, but rather talking and
partying with the movie as a back drop to their festivities.

When the movies were done, the lights went back up.  People were up and
milling.  The couples to either side of the two women were standing,
opening their souvenir packages from Sun Tours International, and taking
out what looked to be a small fitted sheet.  They were putting it on over
their seat, like a cover for a car seat.  Marnie and Barbara thought this
was odd.  But odder still, the people on either side of them, began taking
off their clothes as well.

"Oh no, now I know I'm on the flight to the Twilight Zone."  Marnie thought
to herself.

"Marnie, what's happening?"  Barbara insisted, holding on to Marnie's upper
arm.

"Looks to me like you booked us on some kind of a nudist flight, given the
movies and now this."  Marnie responded.

"Marnie, what are we going to do?"  Barbara said with a note of panic in
her voice.

"I don't know for sure, but I've been to a nudist beach before, and one
thing I know for sure, if we are the only ones with clothes on, we are
going to feel just as out of it as if we were the only ones without
clothes."

"You went to a nudist beach?"  Barbara said, not quite believing her ears.
"Where, when, . . .?"  She continued, as a respite from dealing with the
current dilemma.

"That's not important now.  I think we should take some clothes off."
Marnie suggested.  "Then she turned to the neighbor on her left to be sure,
"Excuse me, but could you tell us what is going on right now?"

"Haven't you been on an STI tour before?"  She asked, not expecting an
answer,  "They present the finest in healthy and natural touring."

"Oh gawd, I thought that they meant organic meals and mineral water by
that, instead of regular airplane cuisine."  Barbara muttered under her
breath.

"What's that?"  Marnie asked.

"Oh nothing."  Barbara responded.  Then she asked the lady next to Marnie,
"Does this mean that we have to go nude on this flight?"

"No, but you might find that it will be more comfortable.  Why don't you
just try it and see."  She said.

"Marnie, I can't do this.  Stop Marnie; put that back on.  How can you do
this?"  Barbara said, worried to be left behind.

"Barb, like the lady said, why don't you just try it."  Marnie asked.  "If
I recall, it was you shaking it all for the entertainment of a hundred
people that got us on this trip in the first place."  She whispered.  "Here
you are sitting quietly on an airplane where few people can see you, and
the ones that can, are naked too, and don't care about your nudity.
Believe me, you will feel more comfortable by joining in than holding out."
Marnie explained.

"Marnie, how do you get me into these things?"

"How do I?  You had to know about the party, sister, and it was you who
booked the flight.  Now, let's make the best of it.  These people are all
enjoying it, let's do the same."  Marnie directed.

Marnie resumed her efforts at disrobing and adjusting the seat cover.
Barbara had her blouse undone, but was holding it closed.  "Marnie, I think
I'll catch cold."  Barbara whined.

"Can't you tell that the heat has been turned up?  Ummm, the smell of
bodies is somewhat arousing, don't you think?  Well, suit yourself, but if
you are experiencing what I am experiencing right now, you'll have to walk
down one of these aisles to the bathroom pretty quick.  Those drinks are
going right through me."  Marnie warned.  "Everywhere you look you will see
naked bodies, I'm sure, and everyone's eyes will be on you, unless you go
for invisibility by being undressed like they are."

"Darn you, I didn't have to go until you reminded me."  Barbara said, now
complying with Marnie's suggestion to join in the spirit of the flight.
She only undressed to her bra and panties though, put on the souvenir
slippers from the STI package, and started down the aisle for the bathroom.

All eyes were on her and it made her feel like she stood out somehow,
despite her minor attempt at modesty.  She only made it half way before the
mortification sent her back to her seat.  She sat for a moment, caught her
breath, and collected her resolve.  Then she removed her bra and panties.
Marnie flipped through the onboard magazine, to avoid any possibility of
giving Barbara the "I told you so" look. 

Barbara couldn't wait much longer, so she got up, walked shyly down the
other aisle, and discovered that all she got were occasional glances and
smiles.  She walked with more confidence as she progressed down the aisle.
When she got to the bathroom, there was a line.  She had to stand on
display, praying the line would move fast enough so she wouldn't have an
embarrassing accident right there in the aisle.  As passengers left the
bathroom, the people in line had to squeeze out of the way as they passed.
Barbara found that, she either had to push her butt into the face of a
seated passenger, or allow her body to be grazed by another naked body of a
total stranger as they passed.  When a gentleman's semi hard cock grazed
her mons Veneris, she had an uncontrollable shudder, and turned several
shades of red.  On her way back to her seat, she was forced to rub her body
against all of those who were in line waiting, in a gauntlet of tits and
cocks for ten to fifteen feet of bodies.

"Phew!"  She exclaimed as she joined Marnie.  "I hope I don't have to go
again when it is so crowded.  I'd wait a bit if I were you."

"Can't wait.  Got to go, bye" Marnie said with some urgency.

As Marnie initially fell into line, a member of the cockpit crew was
walking down the aisle, ostensibly, to get a refill of coffee, but declined
offers to skip in line to reach the flight attendants, preferring to make
conversation with Marnie about unimportant things, and visit with the
passengers around the two of them.  "He is just staying here to gawk.  It's
so transparent.  He's pretty good looking, though.  I'd like to rip that
uniform off of him and try him out for size. . . . Down girl! . . . Oh,
when is this line going to get to the bathroom? . . ."  Marnie thought to
herself through the unimportant conversation the cockpit crewmember was
making.

While waiting in line, Marnie suffered the same indignities and arousing
contacts with nude bodies, but with the added pressure in her bladder,
which made her squeeze her knees together and pad in place until she could
mercifully make her way to the restroom facility.

When she got back to her seat, Marnie and Barbara just stared at each other
not saying a word until the standoff was broken by simultaneous laughter.
"How are we managing to get ourselves into these fixes lately?"  Marnie
asked as they calmed back down to normal.

"We're living life more, like you said, aren't we?"  Barbara posed
rhetorically.  "By the way, how do you propose we sleep now, when we are
naked in a plane full of strangers, hunh?"

Someone had brought out a boom-box with some Latin dance music playing in
the back. By request, the music level was brought up.  People were up and
walking around getting drinks, socializing, and moving in place to the
rhythms that moved them.  A couple of guys were teasing the flight
attendants as they tried their best to keep up with the drink orders.
Someone figured out how to get the music to play over the P.A. system of
the plane.  They could hear singing along and shouts, "Hey!" to the music
getting louder and louder.  To their surprise, a conga line snaked up the
aisle on their right and slid in front of them at the bulkhead, then back
down the aisle to their left.  Marnie and Barbara were mesmerized by waves
of bouncing tits, cocks, and balls dancing in front of them.  Toward the
end of the line, they discovered one of the flight attendants in line,
topless, bouncing along with the passengers.  As the end of the line was
passing in front of them, the man bringing up the rear grabbed Barbara's
hand to urge her into the line.  His firm grip and friendly manor got her
up and joining them, but not without her grabbing Marnie's hand and making
sure she joined too.

When they got back to their seats, Marnie and Barbara were laughing and
somewhat out of breath.  "What are we doing on this flight?"  Marnie said,
not expecting an answer.

"I sure know how to pick'em, don't I?"  Barbara said with a pinch of humor
and sarcasm.

The flight went on as one long party across the Atlantic.  Aside from an
occasional nipple twist or ass grab, there was no overt sex happening.  At
one point, several passengers got a flight attendant to take off her skirt
and bikini top on a dare to serve coffee to the cockpit crew.  She hurried
back, not believing what she had just done, to the applause of everyone in
on the dare, and she quickly put her wraparound skirt back on when she
returned to the galley.

The passengers had their clothes back on when the plane was starting its
decent into Orly.  Then to everyone's concern, the flight was diverted for
some problem on the ground.  They later learned that the airport was shut
down for incoming and outgoing traffic for a couple of hours due to an
international terrorist incident.  Flights were being diverted to De Gaulle
Airport, Brussels National, and Bron Airport in Lyon.  Landing in Lyon, as
they were, meant that they were closer to their final destination,
Marseilles, but without their scheduled connection.

There was much confusion in customs with the extra workload.  Marnie and
Barbara, stalled in a foreign country, unable to speak French, and
unaccustomed to protocol, were growing more and more concerned.  When they
finally got to a counter person to get help, they got a fairly cold
reception, when they didn't even attempt speaking their concerns and
questions in French.  They suspected that they were being understood, but
that the counter person was having a little fun at their expense while they
squirmed a bit.  A Latin gentleman came up their rescue, pulled them aside,
and asked what their problem was.  They explained that they needed to get
to Marseilles to catch the Club Mediterranean Tours boat to the resort, or
they would miss their opportunity to join their tour.

He introduced himself as Senior Deniero.  He indicated he would be happy to
fly them to Marseilles, since he needed to get the family jet down there
for his son to take anyway, or he'd drive them if they preferred.  He spoke
English very well, and the ladies felt fairly helpless with their
circumstance, so they accepted his kind offer of a lift.  Marnie felt more
comfortable when she saw the familiar "Leer Jet" name on the plane.

Once in Marseilles, they deplaned onto the tarmac, and were greeted by the
junior Deniero, who had been briefed on their arrival.  He introduced
himself and started to pick up their bags.  "Oh, Senora," he was saying to
Marnie, "would you do me a favor and take this package back on and give it
to the pilot for me, por favor?"

Marnie, surprised, said "Sure," and reboarded the plane with the two to
three pound package.  When she came back out, gendarmes surrounded Barbara
and the junior Deniero.  She didn't know what to do, so she approached
Barbara and was taken into custody with her.  Gendarmes boarded the plane,
took out the pilot and copilot, along with the package she had taken on
board.

Riding in the van handcuffed as they were, Marnie and Barbara were as
frightened as either of them had been in their entire lives.  "What is
happening Mr. Deniero?"  Marnie asked, close to tears.

"Don't say a thing. This guard can understand English."  Senior Deniero
directed.

"But, we didn't do anything!"  Marnie insisted.

"Shhh.  These guards are going to take anything you say and interpret it
the way that makes sense of their efforts to bring us in."  Senior Deniero
said again.

Marnie and Barbara sat in the bumpy van staring at one individual after
another until the van stopped and they were led into a magistrate's office.
Senior Deniero and the plane's crew were led off to another office.  As
they were parted in the hall, Senior Deniero yelled to them, "Don't tell
them anything!"

The magistrate asked them about their relationship to the Deniero family,
what they were doing on their plane, why Marnie was seen carrying a package
of contraband onboard the plane, and so forth.  Marnie's response to the
barely understood questions was, "In our country, we are allowed to have an
advocate present when we are questioned like this.  Is there someone who
can speak for us, please?"

The magistrate got on the phone and made a call.  Marnie and Barbara
couldn't understand much of what he said, because he spoke too fast.  They
did make out their names being mentioned, however, as they were read from
their passports.  The magistrate stood up with his cigarette.  He had a
mustache, a ruddy, greasy complexion, and a big round gut.  He came from
around his desk, said some words to the two gendarmes attending the ladies
and walked around them, looking them up and down.  The ladies felt
vulnerable, not knowing the legal customs, the language, nor their chances
of communicating the truth so they could be let go.  Their hands were still
cuffed, even though they posed no threat.  The magistrate touched Barbara's
hair, rubbing a curl between his thumb and forefinger.  He tilted Marnie's
face up by her chin to gaze into her blue eyes, until she turned defiantly
away.  Then he leaned his ample butt up against the front of his desk
facing them, as he finished his cigarette.

After another ten minutes of the magistrate looking them up and down from
his perch, talking to his men, in walked a twenty-something year old man in
a suit.  He was introduced to the ladies as Glen Luftcat, a consular agent.
He began talking to the magistrate in French, as he shook his hand, then in
English he said, "Really Monsieur Groschien, these ladies are not a risk to
your men.  Can we have these cuffs removed, s'il vous plait?"

The ladies were relieved that the handcuffs were off and rubbed around
their wrists to get the circulation flowing again.  "Now, can I have a
moment with them, s'il vous plait?"  Monsieur Groschien waved his men over
to the windows for a small conference while Mr. Luftcat took the
magistrate's place at the front edge of the desk.

The two ladies poured out their story in stereo.  Mr. Luftcat did his best
to follow it without asking them to tell it one at a time.  Then for their
benefit, he began explaining the situation to the magistrate in English.
Monsieur Groschien spoke back in French.  Mr. Luftcat had to ask,  "So, you
two never met Senior Deniero, the father before several hours ago?"

The ladies confirmed that fact.

"They want to search all of your things.  If you have nothing to hide, I
wouldn't fight them on this, after all, they will be able to produce finger
prints of yours on the drugs, if they push it."

The ladies acquiesced.  The gendarmes went through their purses, carry-ons
and checked luggage like thorough customs agents.  They turned back to the
magistrate and silently shock their heads.  One handed the magistrate the
Sun Tours International items, and he brightened upon recognizing that they
were on a nudist tour.  Then there was a protracted discussion between
Messrs. Groschien and Luftcat, back and forth.

Mr. Luftcat turned to the ladies somewhat embarrassed to say,  "Everything
seems to check out.  You were in possession of the drugs when the police
arrived, however, so they have struck a bargain.  If you pass a drug search
on your persons, Monsieur Groschien is inclined to let the matter go."
Then softly, leaning in to the ladies, "Are they going to find anything if
they do a cavity search?"

Marnie, indignant, replied,  "You don't believe us, do you?"

"Sure I believe you.  I was just making sure, that's all.  A lot rides on
this, you realize."  He explained.

"What are our options here?"  Marnie asked concerned.

"You wouldn't like the legal system, or the prison system here.  They are
in a position to make it difficult for you and realistically, they can back
up their threat with the physical evidence they have.  My advice is to
agree to the search, get it over with and get yourselves out of here." He
advised.

"Okay, tell him that we will cooperate."  Marnie said.

Mr. Luftcat went up to Monsieur Groschien and talked to him like a manager
booking a gig.  When the conversation stopped, he turned around toward the
ladies and stepped out of the way of Monsieur Groschien's view.  Monsieur
Groschien turned his hands palm up in front of him in a gesture
communicating, "Proceed."

Marnie and Barbara looked at each other, waiting to see who would go first.
Marnie started to unbutton her blouse, but stopped to ask,  "Do we have to
do it here?  What about a female officer performing the search?"

"I don't think you are getting it.  No female strip searcher. It is to be
done here, now, in front of these men.  Think of it as paying a fine."
Luftcat said.

"But we haven't done anything wrong!"  Barbara protested.

"Well then, consider it like plea bargaining.  There is enough evidence,
from their perspective, to convict you, so it is the practical thing to do.
If I were to protest through diplomatic channels, you'd be spending time in
their jails while the process moves along.  I've seen people make that
choice, and I don't believe it is the place for you two nice ladies to
spend even a moment in.  I think it is best that you do this without any
further delay, or the deal may come apart."  Mr. Luftcat counseled.

"What exactly does he want us to do?"  Marnie asked concerned.

"I think that if you just take off your clothing, slowly, even seductively,
playing along a little bit, things will go smoothly and you two can be out
of here and done with all of this." He said finally.

With that, Marnie started to unbutton her blouse.  She tried to smile, and
elbowed Barbara to begin and do the same.  Barbara, blown away by the
situation, started to unbutton her blouse as well, but had a great deal
more difficulty generating a smile for the eagerly grinning men in the
room.  When their blouses were off, it was plain for the oglers to see that
they were both well endowed under the cover of their bras.  One of the
gendarmes was heard to groan in a guttural nasal way until he realized he
could be heard and stopped abruptly. 

Marnie stood with her arms straight, hands clasped on her lap, while
Barbara reached back and took the lead to remove her bra.  If they were
going to make this a show, they decided intuitively to do it staggered,
keeping in mind the contract to be let go if they cooperated. Barbara's
naked breasts created quite a stir in the room.  Mr. Luftcat began to hold
his briefcase in front of him, rather than at the side, the two gendarmes
stood at ease with their hands over their crotches, and the magistrate
cleared his throat and turned red faced sitting behind his desk.

Then Barbara stood embarrassed, arms across her breasts, watching their
faces, as Marnie slowly removed her bra and flipped her nipple rings up and
down a couple of times.  The Frenchmen briefly spoke in a conference, and
then went back to watching the American Ladies strip before them.  Marnie
proceeded to step out of her blue culottes, and stood to wait with her
palms covering her nipples while Barbara removed her yellow shorts.

It was now confirmed to the men present that before them were two well-kept
thirty-nine year old ladies.  There was no hiding their proper curves and
well-toned legs, standing there in their panties.  Mr. Luftcat was beet red
with embarrassment.  He thought he shouldn't be looking, but it was hard to
resist.  He looked guilty from second-guessing whether or not he could have
spared these fellow countrywomen from the humiliation they were undergoing.
The magistrate made a twirling motion with his index finger to signal them
to turn around in place.

He seemed pleased.  Then he waved his hand palm down to signal them to take
down their panties.  They looked at each other, and Marnie proceeded to
take hers down first.  One gendarme stepped and craned his head to her
backside to take in the view she was presenting from the rear as she bent
forward to lower her panties.   She stood up quickly, causing her breasts
to flop about lewdly.  Then Barbara lowered her panties, but she did so in
a crouch to avoid the rear display.

Monsieur Groschien was not amused.  He said something to his men in French.
Mr. Luftcat spoke up, "I really don't think that will be necessary.  They
are cooperating."

The magistrate gave the order and his men produced handcuffs.  "I really
must protest."  Mr. Luftcat implored.

The magistrate responded in French saying, in effect, that he should
consider himself lucky to be allowed to remain in the room at all.  Then
his men handcuffed each lady's left hand to her left ankle.  This forced
them to spread their legs a bit to remain balanced.  Fear washed over them,
with hands caressing their backs, as the French men circled them for a view
from all sides.  One of the gendarmes crouched down at Marnie's side and
toyed with her nipple rings.  The magistrate stroked and commented on her
bald pussy.  Barbara was beside herself with fear, panic, and loathing.
She had never experienced this kind of degradation before.

Then they heard the sound of zippers being pulled slowly for the effect.
"Mr. Luftcat, you can't let them do this to us."  Barbara said, her voice
quivering.

"I'm afraid I have no jurisdiction here.  They are entitled to do a cavity
search, under the circumstances of your drug bust.  Your cavities are to be
probed for contraband.  Actually, what difference does it make if it is a
finger or some other sensing part of the searcher's body that probes you,
besides the length and circumference?"  Mr. Luftcat rationalized, then felt
sick to his stomach at his sense of betraying the American ladies.

"Oh-my-god No!"  Barbara exclaimed, helpless and panic-stricken.  "Luftcat!
Do something!"  She begged forcefully, as a hand was placed on her rear,
and a gendarme was poised at her rear entrance.

Barbara fell to the floor in a defensive posture.  Marnie stayed in
position as the other gendarme prepared to enter her from behind.
"Marnie!  How can you let them do this!?"

"Hey it's my ass, one way or the other.  It's my fingerprints on the
package, remember?  I just want out of here."  Marnie said, as she braced
for the gendarme's pole to enter her. 

The other gendarme left Barbara on the floor to think about it, and went
around to Marnie's front and presented his uncut cock to her face.  She
knew instinctively that he was going to probe her oral cavity, so she
grasped the shaft with her free hand and pulled him to her, opened her
lips, and let him enter her mouth for some sucking.

Barbara was in tears at the sight of her best friend, bound and being
ravaged by strangers in a strange land.  She sobbed as she righted herself,
resigning to the fact that she would have to join her friend in this
tribulation, in order to be set free.  The grease-ball magistrate stood
behind her with his fat cock ready to probe her snatch.  He was about to
enter her dry when Mr. Luftcat piped up,  "Wait a minute, s'il vous plait!"
Then he stood beside her to her side and gently and caringly stroked her
pussy to help her become aroused, lubricated, and prepared for the pending
assault on her womanhood.

Barbara almost passed out from the confusing emotions flooding her body and
mind.  Only George touched her there.  Only George, some household objects,
some vegetables when she was younger, and her new toys she recently
purchased, had ever entered her there.  Restricted from fighting it, she
was growing appreciative of Luftcat's touch, and resigned herself to the
screwing by the French legal system via Monsieur Groschien, she was about
to endure.

Luftcat stood by her side concerned for her.  The magistrate entered her
faster than was comfortable.  Luftcat put his hand on her back to comfort
her, as she cried out, in pain as much as the humiliation she was being
taken through.  Luftcat looked helpless to help her in this ordeal.  He
crouched at her side to coach her like a Lamaze partner, but didn't know
what to say.  He figured that any further arousal might ease the pain and
suffering, so he gently and caringly caressed her breasts and nipples.  It
had the effect of distracting Barbara from the ravaging her vagina was
receiving, as she tried to mentally sort out how to take his gestures.
Luftcat stroked her hair back from her face and onto her shoulders like he
was petting a loved animal, while he did his best to keep her breasts at
the highest state of arousal he could manage.

Barbara was going mentally somewhere else now, adjusting to the sensations
in her cunt.  She became present enough momentarily to ask Mr. Luftcat,
"Please, don't let him cum inside of me."

Mr. Luftcat's heart was touched by her melancholia and asked Monsieur
Groschien to withdraw before cumming.  Monsieur Groschien eventually pulled
out and walked around to Barbara's front, and presented his cock at her
lips, as he held a handful of her blond hair in his left hand.  She
scrunched up her face defiantly, but the magistrate pinched her nose to
force her to open her mouth.  Barbara held her breath for as long as she
possibly could, trying to swat his hand away from her nose with her free
hand.  Eventually, she involuntarily opened her mouth wide to gasp in a
deep breath, taking in Groschien's uncut penis as she sucked in the air.
Her gag reflex created enough sensation to take him over the top and he
came into the back of her throat.  She couldn't back away because he still
held her hair, she couldn't breath or she'd drown in cum.  The only
alternative left to her was to swallow it out of the back of her throat to
get it out of harm's way.

The magistrate waddled back to his chair and basked in the relief of the
climax.  The two gendarmes were through with Marnie, closed up their pants
and sat in chairs along the wall, waiting blankly for further instructions.
Marnie stood bent over, unfulfilled, her pussy gaping and winking asking
the men in the room to come back for more.

"Oh not again.  I refuse to allow these men to bring me this close and
leave me hanging.  I just can't stand it when it happens any more.
Luftcat!  Maybe Luftcat . . . ."  She thought to herself. 

Barbara was a sobbing huddled mass on the floor when she heard her friend
ask,  "Mr. Luftcat, aren't you going to take your turn?"

Mr. Luftcat looked startled, pulled his head back somewhat, and blinked his
eyes rapidly for a moment.  He was at a loss for words, much less an action
plan for Marnie's request.  He looked at the magistrate, who gave the sign
with his face, hand waving, and general body language to "have at it."  He
didn't much care, now that he had his.  Mr. Luftcat put his briefcase down,
looked at each person in the room, especially Barbara, and asked,  "Are you
inviting me to do this with you?"

"It's okay.  You are a nice man.  I sense you have been trying your best to
help us. Just don't stop, whatever you do, until I say, okay?"  Marnie
asked insistently.

He took off his jacket, folded it over his briefcase, and then he removed
his tie and did the same.  He removed his trousers and briefs, which caused
his shirttails to tent out in front of him.  When he unbuttoned his shirt,
everyone's eyes went to the prodigious tool he was sporting to help Marnie
clip her horns.  "Not bad for a mild mannered geek,"  was the consensus of
thought in the room.  He looked around again at everyone as he stepped up
to the task.  He slid it in slowly, moaning with his eyes closed, as he
experienced the warm wet slipperiness of her love pocket for the first
time.  Marnie groaned, as she realized that she was becoming completely
filled.

Barbara watched incredulous, maybe even with a touch of envy, as she
observed her best friend willingly take in the cock of a stranger.   Marnie
reached out for the arm of a side chair to support herself as she was
growing faint from the exquisite sensation his rigid veined love pole was
creating moving in and then out in excruciatingly slow movements.  Her legs
were weak in the knees as her labial lips were being pulled slowly with the
snaking movement gliding in and then out.  It was apparent that she was
going to have a difficult time maintaining her balance, so one of the
gendarmes got up and uncuffed her left hand from her ankle, enabling her to
support herself with both hands.  Then he uncuffed Barbara as well on his
way back to his seat.

Mr. Luftcat began increasing his tempo every so slightly, and Marnie came.
"Oh, oh, ayeeeeeya, phew, phew, that's it."  She exclaimed in victory.
But, he kept on snaking into her slightly faster and faster.  "Oh-my-god,
oh-my-god, Yes!  That's it!  Phew.  That's enough."  Marnie said as she
came again, signaling him that he could stop now.  But he was not to be
denied at this point.  He was holding on to her hips to maintain complete
control of his increasing pace.  He was beginning to sweat and breath
harder.  Then Marnie came a third time.  "Yes!!  Oh please, no more.
Oh-my-god, eeeeya, I don't think I can bear it."  He kept it up till he was
slamming his cock and balls into her with each thrust.  He came in a
lurching thrust, sending her hands off of the arm of the chair and onto the
seat. Marnie came in a climax that almost made her pass out from sensory
overload.  He sullied up to her to keep his cock in for his after cums.
Marnie laid limp over the armrest totally fucked, totally spent, totally
satisfied for once, in a French magistrate's office, in Marseilles. . .

They were released to Mr. Luftcat's care.  Marnie was given the opportunity
to call the states.  When she got Roger on the phone, she told him that
they were safely in France, that they had a run in with the cops, due to
mistaken circumstances, and that they were on their way to the boat for the
resort.  She asked him how they were doing back home, and was told that
everything was fine there.  Marnie asked that Roger do everything he could
to discourage Brenda's contact with the Larchers while she was gone.  Roger
said that she shouldn't worry, that Brenda was asked to baby-sit for the
weekend at the Crandel's for Jimmy, while the Crandels were in Las Vegas.
Marnie said,  "That's fine then.  I love you.  I miss you.  Please give
Brenda a hug for me.  Will see you soon.  Bye."

Mr. Luftcat was back to his mild congenial manner as the three left the
station.  He drove them to the dock.  They had missed their boat, but only
by about fifteen minutes, so he paid a charter captain out of his own
pocket to race the ladies out to the CMT boat so she could join their
group.  As they were about to board, he handed them his card saying,
"Please call on me if I can be of any more help to you."

Marnie gave him a peck on the cheek and Barbara thought about it, then gave
him a hug, and they set sail for a new horizon.