Emmanuelle and Serge have decided to spend their holidays in Paris in a vacation rental.It's summer but the sky is overcast and weighs heavily on the capital. Our two lovebirds decide to visit the Chochotte theater in the St Michel district. They only read good reviews that titillated their senses. Emmanuelle therefore spends a lot of time getting ready. She carefully shaves her beautiful asshole after having covered it with shaving foam in which the razor strips her even more, while stroking her very sensitive skin. Once this operation is complete, she takes a small mirror and examines herself carefully, tasting in advance the sensation that this reinforced nudity will make under her sexy miniskirt.Obviously the rest of our slut's outfit will not surprise you, my voyeur or libertine friends. She smooths her stockings on her superb legs and no panties to protect her vulnerability, now very indecent and exposed. No bra despite a rather little covering and fishnet top!. A sensual and peppery fragrance. The shoes are wise for now and the convenience they provide for walking. The stiletto heels are in the bag she wears over the shoulder and which reveals even more the curve of her breasts by emphasizing her tips. "What a beautiful bitch" thinks Serge, no doubt joining your curved and lustful thoughts, my bastards!They decide to take the subway which of course at 9 am is very crowded. They manage to stall in extremis in a wagon.Emmanuelle is stuck between two old gentlemen. They hold the bar pretty low; and each jolt of the subway puts it in contact with their hand. They don't care, enjoying the feel of the nylon on their mottled old hands. Emmanuelle decide to gratify them with a little pleasure. At the next jolt she remains leaning on both hands which are in contact with her stockings. These come to life a little and delicately wiggle naughty fingers against her reckless leg. Faced with his lack of reaction one of them back higher on the bare thigh. She grew even more emboldened and soon a finger was held close to her wet pussy and made discreet but effective little circles while the other hand caressed her thigh, obviously enjoying the texture of her stockings. Serge feels that something is happening to our slut's slightly blissful smile. Alas the stop at St Michel brings everyone back to a less sensual reality.Our couple easily finds the entrance to the small theater where they are greeted with a smile by the hostess who is chatting with two superb creatures.They pay the 80 euros for entry which covers permanent entry until very late at night. They go down the stairs that lead to a very small space where the stage is very close to the audience benches. They are greeted by a pretty woman of color dressed as a sensual policewoman. "Take your seat Madam, Sir" before I go to do my identity check" Emmanuelle walks towards two unoccupied places but one seat apart, two old men surround Emmanuelle separating her from Serge. The policewoman walks towards her and walks '"Emmanuelle, Madame," she replies with a small smile that does not escape our contract. "What does that mocking, insolent smile mean, Madame?"Without giving him time for an answer, she turns to her neighbor."Wouldn't this whore be engaged in the oldest profession in the world to give us such a cheeky face?"The old regular of the place joins her in her game and outbids."these seamed stockings give value to your suspicions Madam policewoman" "if they are made of silk, the proof is made and police custody is compulsory!" replies this one"Try and appraise" she says to the libidinous old man and don't be afraid of the intervention of his old mac, she adds for Serge, too happy with this theatrical development."Get up Emmanuelle the whore" our friend is no longer very young, make it easier for him!" Emmanuelle, all red but excited in her exhibitionism, stands up in front of the eyes of the males in the audience, of whom she is the only woman. The old man does not need to be asked and caresses both legs for a long time until his hands disappear under the miniskirt "take your time, we want to avoid miscarriage of justice" "can I use my mouth to taste the quality of the stockings"- do so and be praised for your seriousness!At these words the old man draws Emmanuelle's legs towards his mouth which licks them thoroughly; covering them with saliva. His hands hook into our slut's buttocks under the laughter of the other men, all exhilarated by the spectacle of Beauty and the Beast.Our policewoman lets him get excited for a moment then stops him in his frenzy.The old man condescends to extricate his face from under the skirt where he was beginning to settle.-Madam policewoman, this whore doesn't even have panties! Handcuff him!The policewoman executes this order and leads Emmanuelle to the front of the stage, ordering her to stand with her back to the public. She pulls up the miniskirt and reveals her sumptuous ass which bears traces of our obsessed old man's saliva."Little whore our friend was telling the truth, you dare to show up without panties in our temple of virtue" Under the fat laughter Emmanuelle blushes but is very excited.-Kneel on this couch, arching your back Emmanuelle clumsily performs because of the handcuffs but soon all her privacy is exposed.Our policewoman then chooses four middle-aged men with the exception of a colored man in his forties.- we are going to reveal forever the infamy of this whore - she said to these men. We're going to brand it with a hot iron.Undress her leaving just her stockings. No sooner ...

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