A Shemale Vacation Part 3

We finally arrived in Paris late that evening. With our cards and passports gone, we probably couldn't make our booking at the hotel. Fortunately, Josh revealed that back in Amsterdam Saskia had thought of that possibility too. He said that she had given him the name and address of a friend of hers in Paris and that we would be welcome to stay there for our time in the city.

The area of the city certainly seemed a lot nicer than the one we were planning to stay in. Right in the centre in a traditional 19th century Parisian apartment block, the address we were looking for took as right up to the top floor. We rang the doorbell, completely not sure what to expect and it was answered by a beautiful young French woman who smiled welcomingly at us.

"Hi, you must be Saskia's friends," she said, using perfect English but with quite a strong French accent, "I'm Celine. Please come in. I hope we will be able to have lots of fun for the next few days."