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I still wasn't completely comfortable about releasing her. Jacqueline was now calm and physically spent, but I had no idea about her mental state.

Not too long previously, the French schoolteacher had been ranting and raving about cutting off my cock and balls. I decided to keep the handcuffs on for the time being.

"Mathieu, you bastard," Jacqueline giggled self-consciously, "making me come like that. You naughty boy...licking my pussy and then fucking me like that. You naughty, naughty boy."

"I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," I said quietly. "You've got a hot body and a sweet pussy...I loved getting into it."

"But I'm so much older than you," Jacqueline said. "I'm so old...so old."

"I like fucking all sorts of women," I replied. "Younger, older, bigger, smaller, darker, lighter, dumber, smarter...whatever. You're a sexy lady, Jacqueline, don't worry about that. That was fucking amazing. I'm sure I'll be playing with myself over that for weeks."

"That's quite the compliment," Jacqueline giggled. "I may do the same. What are you doing now, Mathieu?"

"I'm going to have a quick shower to wash off this oil and sweat," I replied. "Then I'm gonna put on my pants and leave. I'll take off your handcuffs just before I go."

"You don't trust me, Mathieu?" Jacqueline asked innocently.

"An hour ago, you were gonna chop off my balls after beating me senseless with a dildo," I smiled. "No, I don't trust you, Jacqueline."

I walked quickly toward the bathroom and noticed Jacqueline ogling me unashamedly with a big smile on her face. I heard her giggle.

"Still walking around with your big phallus on display," Jacqueline said as I walked away. "You are such a poseur, Mathieu."

I washed myself off quickly in the spacious shower in Jacqueline's immaculate, crisply decorated bathroom, and then dried myself off hurriedly with one of the French schoolteacher's fluffy, luxurious white bath towels.

I continued to wipe down my legs as I walked back into Jacqueline's bedroom, where the smell of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air.

I placed the damp towel on the coat-and-hat rack. With my Calvin Klein trunks reduced to shreds by Jacqueline, I pulled my chinos back on over my nude body.

"Don't get your manhood caught in the zipper," Jacqueline laughed as I pulled on my socks and sneakers. "Be careful, Mathieu."

I zipped up carefully as Jacqueline suggested, and then stood bare-chested in front of the handcuffed schoolteacher.

I looked down and saw that my chest and shoulders were covered in red welts and bruises from where Jacqueline had lashed me with her leather belt and struck me with the hard plastic dildo.

"I can see the outline of your phallus in your pants," Jacqueline giggled naughtily. "Like a lady with a camel-toe, as the young people say."

"You're a rather unusual woman, Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol," I smiled. "You're very, very appealing in your own very peculiar way...when you're not trying to fuck me up completely."

"Merci, Mathieu," Jacqueline smiled. "Merci."

The French schoolteacher had destroyed my t-shirt when she'd denuded me, so I'd have to walk back to my car bare-chested.

I wasn't parked too far away, and I was sure that I could deal with a few possible odd looks and cat-calls along the way. It was nothing compared to what I'd just been through.

"Okay, Jacqueline," I smiled. "It's time for your squealing little bitch to leave."

"Yes, Mathieu," the French schoolteacher laughed at my joke. "Will you please release me from these handcuffs?"

"Is this all over now?" I asked. "The blackmail? The threats? The violence? The craziness?"

"Yes, Mathieu," Jacqueline replied firmly. "I will not expose you and your friends. You have your lurid photos of me. We are finished...unless, of course, you would like to return sometime and make love to me again? Would you like to lick my pussy again? I will lick something of yours in return."

Was Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol serious? This fortysomething French woman was completely and utterly insane.

She'd tortured, humiliated, beaten and sodomised me, and now she was inviting me back for a little extra love-making?

Well, I was obviously completely and utterly insane too, because just the thought of it got me incredibly hot.

"I'll think about it," I smiled, and pretended to be uncertain, playing hard-to-get like the primping coquette that I truly was. "I'll seriously think about it...this was quite the experience. You've got my details, Jacqueline."

I took a long, admiring final look at Jacqueline's beautiful nude body and sexily handcuffed and outstretched arms.

I retrieved the keys from the bedside table and then leaned over the prone Jacqueline to unlock the cuffs.

She pulled free as soon as they snapped open and then instinctively threw one released arm across her breasts and the other between her legs to conceal her vulva and pubic hair. Jacqueline smiled up at me shyly.

"You didn't even ask why I wear this eye-patch," she said. "You're not curious?"

"Of course I'm curious, but we all have our secrets, Jacqueline," I replied. "We can talk about it when you're ready...maybe after I lick your pussy next time?"

Jacqueline let forth with a throaty, joyful, uninhibited laugh, far different to the vicious cackle that I'd heard all night while she was abusing me.

I smiled at her and left the room, and the French schoolteacher continued to giggle uproariously.

I walked out of Jacqueline's apartment bare-chested and then rode silently down in the elevator.

My head raced with thoughts of the insanity that had just transpired. I was exhausted, depleted, embarrassed, aroused and confused.

I quickly walked through the quiet streets back to where my car was parked, the cool night air soothing and pleasing on my red-raw chest and battered back.

After what I'd been through, I couldn't wait to get home and fall into bed. I literally felt like I could sleep for days.

As I slid my keys into my car's driver-side door, I noticed three twenty-something women walking toward me.

They were all wearing tight-fitting, cleavage-baring dresses and high heels, and were unmistakably under the influence of way too many drinks.

"Whoa, ladies," said one of the young women. "Check out the topless hunk! Where's his shirt gone? Where's your fuckin' shirt, mate? You're not on the beach, bro!"

"Maybe he's just done a strip show somewhere...maybe he can take off his pants for us too," howled another. "Get your pants off, champ! Do a little show for us!"

"And his fuckin' undies as well," laughed the third. "Maybe we can have a geez at his package! Give it up, stud! Give us a look at your willy!"

"Oh, ladies," I smiled and got hastily into my car. "On any other night, I'd have them off in a flash for you, but right now, I just don't have the energy."

The three attractive, drunken young women looked at me with obvious disappointment and confusion.

"And you have no idea how tired I must be to walk away from three beautiful young women like you, trust me," I smiled.

As I started my car and then drove away from these three giggling, drunken girls that wanted to see my cock, I realised what a complete and utter mess the divine and deranged Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol had truly made of me.

At least temporarily...