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 Simone's Travels 6

   Marseilles water front Bistro

   The first evening of the seminar, Chartier held a social for the small
group of seminar attendees at a secluded bistro near the water front.  The
catered function was quite appealing even on the modest budget of the
Health Ministry and it seemed all present were having a good time.

   Simone was band box neat as always in a tight black and white floral
print dress and was easily the most attractive woman of the three present.
Chartier had enlisted his nephew as driver and allowed him to participate
in the dinner and cordials much to the young pervert's glee.

   The Health official constantly carried on a whispered conversation as he
sat to her left during the cocktails and continued it on through dessert
with Simone while giving equal banter to all during dinner.

   Just before the dinner ended around 9pm, Chartier handed Simone a sealed
envelope from Transiert de L'argent, the French Western Union.  The
envelope held proceeds for Navarre and instructions for her on her return
leg of the trip back to Morocco.  She was to make a deposit of the enclosed
bank draft into one of Navarre's accounts he established throughout his
criminal network.

   Chartier had whispered to her he would make his nephew available if she
needed time to attend to the matters in the envelope the next day. 
Obviously having been directed by Navarre to do so.

   The pretty doctor had simply put her hand below the table and squeezed
his right knee as she nodded subtlety in agreement.

   Finally, Chartier informed the doctor cheerfully he would escort her
back to her quarters but gave no similar offer for the other two
plain-janes.  "Mon cher ami/My dear friend, my nephew and I will get you
back to your quarters."

   Rabat, Med Com Compound

   In the days of Dr.  Moreau's absence Renault began paying closer
attention to events in the Med Com office.  He had long ago befriended the
Arab clerk Salma Doori but had never attempted any exploitation of her as
an intelligence asset.  That was about to change.

   Navarre's absenteeism on routine business along with Moreau being on
official travel gave him and opportunity.  He noticed the young Arab woman
seemed to make copies of lots of mundane paperwork on the Xerox machine
that went unnoticed by other staff.

   One afternoon he saw a small spiral notebook on her desk while she was
visiting the toilet.  As he perused the notebook he recognized it was an
informal log she kept of Navarre's incoming and outgoing calls.  He was
puzzled though as to if the log was an official record required by Navarre
or Salma's own covert initiative.

   He leafed through it quickly and immediately saw a pattern of over 20 to
a FFNA number in Casablanca.  When he scribbled it hastily on a scrap of
paper, he just managed to conceal it in his nurse smock as Salma returned.

   Leclerc's New Year fete at Sacred Arches 1955

   "Aaaaahhhgh!" Benoit sighed raspily, and his cock twitched from the
lascivious thrills of her mouth.  Simone licked his nozzle all around,
feeling more sluttish than ever before.  She pursed her soft lips around
the end of his cock and let them glide forward, widening, until she had the
entire swelling knob in her mouth.  It ballooned even larger, it was
thrilling to the 17-year-old girl.  The Abbot's cock was so large and
tasty.

   Simone let go of the monster, and it poked toward her face of its own
accord.  His thick shank stretched her lips as she glided them silkily up
and down the man's rod, streaks of her saliva present as his huge glans
filled her mouth.

   For the moment, Leclerc simply steered his steely cock over the
perspiring surface of her face and neck.  It was an almost demented scene
in the warm glow of the lights and the fireplace crackling behind its
grate.

   Still, she kept bobbing her head, her lips clasping Abbot Benoit's big
cock as they pumped up and down on it.  Her saliva gushed, washing the
flavor from his glans, and she gulped the tangy nectar down.  Her brain
swirled giddily.

   Father Denton continued fucking into the girl as his coarse fingers
curled around her smooth juicy tit globes and squeezed.  He lifted her
breasts, maintaining a football-hold on each of them.  His thumbs strummed
her rigid nipples.  "Way to go, you tart!" he said.  "by Jove, you love it,
don't you?" He growled out.

   "Eat that cock!" Leclerc rasped.  "Yeah!  Go way down on it!  Take it
all in!  Shit!" Both Leclerc and Denton were becoming inflamed at her
performance it was almost like some of their past adventures in seminary.

   Benoit fucked her sweet face faster, burning her lips with the rapid
stroking of his rod.  She got very excited.  She couldn't help herself. 
Champing on the Abbot's gristly bulb, she sucked harder, saliva drooling
down her chin.  Her throat muscles were tight, her heart pounding as the
men ravished her.

   Sister Suzanne now knelt behind Father Denton on all fours Her outer
pussy lips were swollen and they hung down like cabbage leaves.  The inside
of her pussy was a bright pink and the edges of her lips were almost black.
She shivered lightly as the Bishop strummed his fingers over her clitoris.
She now leaned into the crevice of the cleric's ass first lightly smooching
his behind, then she laved her moist tongue over the aperture that was his
asshole.  Her tongue accepted the tart, musty flavoring without hesitation.

   Shimmying and hunching harder into the girl due to the pleasant
intrusion by the Nun, Father Denton felt on the brink of blasting his hot
seed.

   Now Bishop Valmont was pressing his thumbs into the moist oily tissue
inside Suzanne's inner thighs and a surge of sensation started in the nun
causing her to want to do more for Father Denton.

   The Sister inserted her right middle finger into her mouth, laving it
with her wet tongue, slathering it with her heated saliva.  She then
inserted the damp digit into the hunching Father's bunghole, gently worming
it up his ass.  Once anchored at his prostate it was like a physician in
its gently caress of the walnut sized organ.

   "Ohh, awww...ohh!" Denton groaned out as his orgasm struck.  He wrenched
his cock from Simone's cunt, just pulling free as the bleachy white jizz
rushed from his cock.  "Splork, splurt, Sploosh!" The pleasurable feelings
rushing to his brain, numbed and excited by the winter wine he consumed.

   The first three blasts of cock juice shot, one striking up near her
neck, the latter two at her ribcage on the right.  "Pssft.  Splurt" The
next two damply landing on the seat of her panties which were twisted askew
across her juicy ass.

   Marseilles Health Ministry The car pulled up to the Ministry Compound
and while Chartier remained seated, the nephew turned the car off and
alighted around the vehicle to open Simone's door.

   She and Chartier sat through a prolonged silence it seemed until she
asked, "would you like to come in for a night cap?"

   Chartier could barely conceal his wolfish grin as he replied, "Certainly
mademoiselle...how kind of you." He promptly gushed with a salacious lilt
to his voice.

   Nephew a practiced expert at opening doors was positioned just right at
the apex of the door to gaze up the woman's dress.  His beady eyes strained
in the low light but was rewarded with a flash of her tightly gartered
nylons as they caressed her smooth thighs.

   Once she was fully out he went to open his uncle's door as Simone stood
waiting for Chartier to escort her through the gate to her guest quarters.

   Chartier gruffly advised Nephew to stay at the car, wanting to be alone
with the woman as they passed through the Gendarmerie posted at the gate.

   Nephew was having none of that.  As soon as they disappeared across the
terrace, he entered the gate, hurrying to the room behind Simone's where he
had spied from the day before.

   Nephew's relationship of petty bribes with the concierges allowed him to
keep a key and constant access to the specially altered rooms that afforded
him the peeping landscapes of the quarters.

   The Doctor and the bureaucrat sat on opposite ends of the couch and made
small talk about matters involving healthcare in North Africa.  Finally,
Chartier steered the questions to how had Simone got into Navarre's
"Enterprises".

   She evaded answering skillfully, fearful it was all a test of her
loyalty and confidentiality to Navarre.  At will to distract him, she
crossed her magnificent legs saucily, leaning into her corner of the sofa.
"I am but a faithful servant of your colleague Dr.  Navarre hoping for a
rewarding career in New France.  A France that values its citizens for
what's between our ears."

   Chartier raked his eyes over her lovely form as he sipped his drink. 
Her perfume, glossy hair mesmerizing him.  Even the scant down of reddish
brown hair adorning her forearms excited him as it signaled him she would
be lush and richly haired in her private regions...if he were ever so lucky
to view them.

   Chartier knew he was not high enough in Navarre's syndicate to expect to
bed the woman but he had to try.

   Nephew was settled in his spot that allowed his view into the living
portion of her suite.  He saw his uncle shift closer to the woman doctor as
he prepared to offer a toast.

   "Thank you for your welcome, which was cordial and your cordial which
was welcome." Chartier said smoothly as their glasses touched in toast.

   Honestly Simone was charmed but she knew the older man was fishing for
two things information and intimacy.  She may give the latter but certainly
would not surrender the former.  Placing her glass on the coffee table she
turned slightly toward the bureaucrat causing her dress to skid a few
inches up her glorious thighs.

   "Dr.  Chartier, thanks for a lovely evening.  But I'm quite exhausted.
And I've a big day tomorrow.  I hope you understand.  I'm sure Dr.  Navarre
will arrange for me to visit shall we say ...again."

   That last sentence seemed to snap the horny older man from his reverie.
At the mention of Navarre, it crystalized for him this was business, her
even being here in Marseilles and that he'd better not screw up the other
good things present in his relationship with Navarre.  Sadly, he took his
eyes from her legs and stood to say goodnight.

   At a half hour before the lunch break, Dr.  Moreau left the seminar and
met Nephew at the gate of the Ministry compound where he waited with the
car.

   The Gendarme posted gave a wolfish gaze as Simone passed through the
gate, his eyes taking in the expansive seat of her panty-girdled behind in
her bright print dress and her sleek nyloned legs.

   Carl held the rear door open perfectly positioned to get his peek if she
were careless being seated.  They eased off into traffic for the almost
three-mile trip to the bank where she needed to make the deposit of
Navarre's ill-gotten gains.

   Simone sat demurely with her legs crossed in the seat filing her nails
as the frenetic life in the Arrodanisement passed outside her window.

   As they pulled up to the courtesy parking in front of the bank, they had
not noticed two helmeted riders on a 150cc Yamaha motorcycle who had
followed them for over five minutes.

   Just as nephew helped her from the car, the Yamaha glided to a stop on
the busy promenade halting behind the car.  The rear rider leaped from the
bike and attempted to grab Simone's purse just as she switched it from her
right arm to her left arm.

   Luckily Nephew was on her right in position to hold her arm as he
escorted her up the steps to the bank.  It all happened fast but the beady
eyed Carl was skilled at being alert for petty crimes in Marseilles.  He
spun on his heels able to thrust his right shoulder into the thief while
shoving Simone into the relative safety of the Bank's entranceway.

   The thief stumbled to the sidewalk before gathering himself and hopping
aboard the revving motorcycle which wheeled about and retreated into
traffic away from the scene.

   Simone was barely fazed it happened so fast and she was not hit only
startled by Nephew's quick response.  The Bank Manager and his assistant
scrambled to calm and assist her especially after gazing at her lush frame
and the amount she wished to deposit.  The assistant eagerly escorted her
into his office to conduct her business in private.

   Simone used her charm to discourage the bank managers from calling local
Gendarmes while Nephew notified his uncle by pay phone of the incident.

   Chartier ordered Nephew to return her to her room and not to speak of
the incident to Ministry authorities.  Carl immediately "volunteered" to be
at her disposal.  Chartier mutely agreed advising, "She's excused from the
Seminar until the next day."

   On the short trip, back to the Ministry, Simone morosely stared out the
windows as she thought of what nearly happened.  Always keenly analytical,
she wondered if the robbery effort was one of Navarre's test again of her
loyalty or just a random Marseilles crime?

   As they passed over a narrow-elevated bridge she spotted a secluded quay
along the canal and asked Nephew to stop down at the canal.

   When Chartier called almost immediately to explain to Navarre the
robbery attempt, FFNA Med Com leader was strangely silent on the matter
with virtually no interest in Moreau's safety.  His only concern seemed to
be that she had carried out her task of making the deposit.

   Navarre had Salma immediately book a call to the Air Chief and try and
find Renault he was troubled by what had happened but he didn't want to
reveal it to Chartier.  Instead he planned to send someone unaware of his
business to escort Dr.  Moreau from Tangiers back to Rabat.

   Nephew parked and Simone exited to stand at the rear of the car lighting
a cigarette as she saw two ducks paddle by along the jetty.  Nephew leaned
against the front of the car and removed a silver cigarette case from his
sports coat.  He pulled out an odd colored hand rolled cigarette mixed in
with the regular smokes and lit it.  With the first deep draw, a pungent
thick scent was released into the air.

   Having been a college and medical school student through the 60s Simone
certainly recognized the aroma of marijuana and was pleased when Carl
offered it to her.

   Inhaling it deep into her lungs the dizzy excitement she felt after the
bank incident receded replaced by a mellow lethargy which creeped over her.

   Dr.  Moreau shared the blunt shaped smoke with Nephew over the next ten
minutes with each taking long slow pulls of the potent drug.  In her
relaxed state, she began to view him in a different light and was pleased
he'd been there to fend off the purse thief.

   He was now reclined on the back seat, flat on his back as he took the
final drag of marijuana his legs extended out the open door on the
passenger side.  He had lost sight of her as the soft lapping sounds of the
canal quay were lulling him almost to sleep as his eyes drifted up into his
head and closed.

   After a moment or two as if in a fog, Nephew felt a shuffle on the back
seat and heard a raspy rustle of noise as it felt like a weight descended
onto his head and shoulders.

   Simone had walked to the other side of the car and hitching her dress
above her waist she climbed on the rear seat on all fours and shrouded his
head with the flowing hem of her dress.  Reaching between her legs she
unsnapped the crotch piece of her pantie-girdle, revealing a drum-tight
crotch of her lavender nylon panties.

   Nephew's vision slowly came into focus as his nose absorbed the
fragrances of the female doctor's perfume, body talc and yes...feminine
musk.  His groggy brain was not sure yet if he was in a dream or not, but
when he felt the light scratch of the silky tendrils of her pussy bush on
his cheeks as she lowered her loins to his face he knew it was real.

   She hovered her pantie covered loins just over face his before ordering
him gently, "Lick it Carl.  Hold my legs...kiss it.  I want you to."

   For a voyeur like Nephew it was heavenly.  It was like he was in school
and she was a naughty teacher who had agreed to play with and tease him. 
He grasped her outer thighs above the expanded tops of her nylons right on
the hot white flesh that extended from her panties.  He slowly kissed and
smooched first her inner thigh meat and then the damp strip of nylon
caressing her now oozing pussy.

   "Aww...yessss!" She hissed out loud not even caring if someone should
stumble upon them as she thrilled giddily from the drug and his oral
tonguing.  The damp twisted crotch of her panties only gave her a modicum
of protection on her juicy cunt and she could feel his slobbering mouth
plastering her pussy bush to her labia and the panty.

   "Oh shit..." she yipped as she attempted to raise on her haunches and
hook her thumbs into the waist band of her panties to remove them so he
could get right at her.  But he seemed to prefer her as she was and
forcibly clamped his hands to hers lowering her back into place.

   She decided to just let him play as he liked and then she reached to his
waist front and unzipped his slacks that now showed a lightly formed hump
as his cock hardened.  Placing her right hand on the end of his spike, she
teased it inside his clothing.

   Nephew's tongue collected tangy wet burst of her pussy flavor even
through the nylon as the doctor gently hunched her cunt across his face. 
Finally, it became too much and he reached and pulled the crotch piece to
the side putting her tasty cunt on full display to his lips.

   His now slobbery tongue pasted her red-brownish pubic hairs to her skin
as he scooped up dollops of her woman sap repeatedly.

   As she shivered from the lascivious feel of his tongue, she decided to
free his cock from the slacks.  A part of her was longing to see a hard,
veiny truncheon like Renault or Father Leclerc possessed that she could rub
over her face.  Deftly unzipping him, what she saw was a slender 7 inches
of firm, uncut and now dribbling manhood.

   She peeled the crown of his cock and swiped her tongue over the moist
droplets of his pre-cum as her nostrils tingled from his masculine scent.

   "Oh, aw aww, glaghl, glangh." He responded into her juicy sump as his
dope infused brain realized what he was feeling.  Any other young man would
be eager to now finger fuck an attractive woman such as Simone Moreau, but
the perverse encounter was perfect for the shameful nephew's psyche.

   With her dress draped over his head, he experienced the hidden anonymity
ideal to launch his voyeuristic thrills as he sighted up between the smooth
fleshy columns of her thighs.  It was like being back in high school and
looking up the dress of a careless teacher or following a bored housewife
up the escalator at the supermarket.

   Simone swirled her tongue over the exposed head of his cock, picking up
pungent salty bursts of flavor on her tastebuds.  This thrilled her
greatly, she finally had to express her delight.  Removing his cock from
her mouth, she simply rubbed it over her face as she mouthed openly, "Oh
Carl your mouth is exquisite...please do my ass too."

   From somewhere under her dress as if in fog, Nephew heard....  "Please
do my ass too." His warped mind went straight to work.  Canting his neck
upward, which extended his tongue reach, he laved it across the attractive
woman's bung.  He could even feel the tiny miniscule hairs which grew close
to her anal trench scratch his tongue.

   The young man was nearly in a state of hemp induced nirvana at the
lascivious experience.  It was more than he had ever hoped for during
Doctor Moreau's visit.  It was to sad she'd be leaving the next day.

   The seminar had ended at noon and Navarre wanted a rapid departure for
Simone and he made it possible with the coordination of the Air Chief.

   Navarre was satisfied his monies were deposited but did not want her
exposed in Marseilles any further, at least not right now on this trip. 
Initially he wanted Avril himself to accompany her but then decided better
of it.  So, he deftly arranged for Renault to be dispatched to Tangiers to
escort her back.

   He picked someone not in his syndicate to accompany her from Tangiers
and couched it in terms of a small reward for Renault's loyal work at Med
Com.  If it he'd been more focused he would only need look at his
treacherous little lieutenant, Chartier at the Health Ministry.

   The corrupt Health bureaucrat didn't want Simone harmed at all only
frightened and to lose the bank draft temporarily and place her in a
position for his sexual exploitation over the rest of her tour and obvious
return trips to Marseilles.

   Henri Renault was shocked to hear it when Salma called him at a local
clinic to advise him to hastily pack for a train sortie to Tangiers
supposedly to escort the big assed French Doctor back to Rabat.  It did
intrigue him no less as he thought of the diversion from his normal duties
in order to escort Dr.  Moreau back.  The agent however seized this as a
chance to look into somethings in Tangiers.  He packed his sidearm and a
small discreet camera for some work related to his DSGE role.

   The train up was a service of limited stops only once departing Rabat.
Most surprising to Renault was that the FFNA had a budget for this.  He and
the doctor would share a first-class private compartment on the return to
Rabat.

   Henri mulled this over as he prepared to doze off to sleep, hoping he'd
get the chance to get to know the Doctor better on the long 4-hour journey.
Who and why was a mere intern from the Foreign Ministry getting spoiled on
a backwater 6-month internship in Morocco?  **To be continued** Fiction