For her part, Ada remained sunny side up to the Kuala Lumpur international community, but her true feelings could be seen in her painting. This would ...orever be known as her ‘gray’ period. She was still painting the lush foliage of the Malayan jungle, but her painting was now being done in monochrome—in white and shades of gray and black. Just like a photograph, just like those other photographs, the one on J. Harvey Kincaid’s nightstand and the ones she was receiving of Hugh’s family. And,. She went out to the patio to join our friends who were gathering. I put the cooler and the thermos in the pickup, then came back to join the group.When they heard what the deal was, they understood why we were early and ready to get going. I gave out some extra keys we had, giving one to each household, telling them to enjoy the coffee as we needed to hit the road early.We drove to the storage place to swap trucks. I checked the supplies on the big truck before we left for Gene's. On the way. Midday on the dot please" she spoke slightly sterner this time, and James shuffled back to his car to get dressed again. "Yes mistress, thank you mistress" were the only words he managed and then she was gone. The first night was hellish, the cage was uncomfortable and woke him many times in the night. His cock strained at the cage, but there was no chance of freedom. It served its purpose though, and as the week dragged on he was growing more desperate and more horny. No chance of him. The first sight of your milky flesh, like silk, it takes my breath away. The sweet scent of your skin smells of pure cotton. The small fleshy area that has been laid bare between your jeans and your white cotton blouse it is so alluring, its burning holes in my soul to know I am so close to your inner beauty. My fingers trace down the side of your jaw line and across your neck, I find the first button to your blouse and fumble to start with, all because of the pent up anticipation running.