I dressed as best I could. The semen from Franco's prick had stained my shirt. My underpants had disappeared, a trophy, no doubt. So, with my little skirt and my sandals, I walked back to the restaurant with Danny and Franco. When we walked in, some of the regular patrons looked at Franco and he gave them a quiet nod, letting them know that he had slipped his cock into the slutty American woman's cunt. I was a little embarrassed knowing that everyone in the place knew I had just been fucked by a man I had just met. We sat at our table for few moments. Franco had the...