Paul had no difficulty gaining entrance into the Palais de Plaisir once he showed proof of identity and paid the exorbitant fee. Inasmuch as the establishment only catered to notables and people of wealth, the ugly looking Frenchman at the door seemed pleased to welcome a guest from the American Embassy.
He was immediately handed over into the care of an extremely attractive young Moroccan girl, whom, he was certain, would not have been yet fifteen, and whom, he felt sure, he recognized from the fertility dance in Leduc's villa at Dives. She wore only a loose sarong-type of garment, covering her from the hips down, her firm, budding young breasts glistening nakedly in the soft lighting as she bowed low before him.
"This way, Master," she spoke softly to him in clipped French, taking his hand and leading him into a small, private ante-room where she showed him the inevitable toga, then proceeded to undress him, pausing at different intervals to caress his naked chest and brush her tongue into his navel, finally, when he had completely stripped him, to drop to her knees and lick his cock and balls, insisting that he bend over so that she could run her tongue up between the cheeks of his buttocks to his anus.
"No… that's not necessary," Paul said, nervously trying to stop her. Although the sensual pleasures she was submitting him to in this preliminary entree were most ecstatic, he was too anxious to get inside and learn if his Janet were there to let himself really enjoy them.
"Oh, but Master, you do not like me?" she pouted before him.
"Of course, I like you fine… but I'm… I'm just not in the mood right now…"
She continued to pout as if he had offended her. "Please, Master, it is necessary that I perform these ablutions on you… otherwise, if it were discovered that I did not, I would have to be beaten."
"What?" Paul gaped at her. "Well… we just won't tell anyone, will we…?"
"Oh, I must tell. I cannot lie. If I was ever found in a lie, my breasts would be branded."
Paul stared at her in utter disbelief, but the look of innocence in her eyes told him she was speaking the truth. He nodded that he understood, then reluctantly turned around and bent over while she spread his buttocks with her thumbs and licked his rectum with a tiny tongue that was like a searing little flame. When she was finished, his cock stood out like a ramrod and she clutched at it proudly. She smiled up at him.
"While you dine, Master, I will suck this magnificent love-prong for you."
Again, he stared at her in amazement. "Wh-what did you say?"
She smiled in childish delight. "Ahhh, I see that my master has never known the delight of dining and having his magnificent cock sucked at the same time," she tittered. "It is wonderful for the digestion I am told."
She led him into the Grande Chambre, a massive room that he quickly saw was the original of Leduc's erotic apartment at Dives. About the room were the identical couches with couples in all stages of undress occupying them and enjoying their individual tastes in lustful desires. He particularly noted that a few were sitting upright with a table filled with food pushed close to their couches, and beneath each table knelt a Moroccan girl or boy administering fellatio and cunnilingus on the couples as they dallied with each other and dined above.
And such was his own indulgence, not by request, but again by ritual, for he had no more than reached a vacant couch and begun to look about in an effort to peer at the women's faces in the dimly lit room, when a table was placed close to him and a great tray of food brought by two young Moroccan males and spread before him. Even though he was anything but hungry at this point, the savoring aromas from the palatable dishes intrigued him, and he found himself eating and sampling each one. It was then that he felt the little Moroccan slave-girl's presence beneath the table, fondling his genitals with the most delicate of fingers and tongue, until the state of erection she worked his prick into threatened to cause his groin to burst. And then, a second luscious little girl, seeing he was no longer eating, came to feed him, taking his arm and putting it around her slender young waist so that his hand could play with her firm, full breast or reach to her cunt, whichever he desired, and below the table, the first girl sucked his cock deeply into her throat while her tiny hands cupped and milked his balls.
Paul had never known, or even dreamed, of anything like this in his whole existence. It was indescribable ecstasy. His purpose for being there had next to eluded his mind he was so enraptured. Then, his feeding companion informed him that soon one of the delectable white slave-girls would come to be his partner for the remainder of the night, that she and the other little slave girl were only preparing him for the most beautiful things to come.
Now, his cock was throbbing like a rampaging mustang prodded into a frenzy. The round, tight, sucking lips of the little girl between his legs had churned his balls into a vat of boiling sperm. The delicious morsels of food being fed into his mouth by his second slave were titillating bites from heaven, teasing his palate with every swallowed mouthful. Unconsciously, he squeezed the small hard-nippled brown breast in his hand until the child winced in smiling pain.
And then, two things happened. In the center of the room and descending from the ceiling came a glass cubicle… perhaps some nine feet square, with light flooding from it. Within, he saw a bed with a naked blonde girl upon it… and on the floor stood a giant mastiff dog… very much like Madame Leduc's Vailante… He tried to peer closer, his eyes widening in horror as he recognized the girl on the bed inside the cubicle… But his eyes began to blur as beneath the table the little Moroccan girl had sucked his cock to the point of explosion… and suddenly as the girl beside him fed food into his mouth, he felt the burst from his balls and the needle-like stream of sperm gushing forward as if it were saturated with ground glass… tearing at the canal walls of his long cock all the way to its tip to squirt in globbing jets into the child-mouth of the maddeningly sucking slave-girl…!
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he blurted unintelligibly, "It's Janet! My wife's in there…!"