Hunter leaned forward and tapped the driver’s shoulder, then pointed to the right. The taxi slowed and bumped down a rutted dirt drive, curving arou...d. An old, very large cabin appeared, wooden sided and weather-distressed, small windows, a wrap-around veranda protected by an overhanging roof. Deciduous trees pressed in from all sides. To the right was a wooden shed, also large. Maybe a garage, she thought.After the taxi left, Hunter, reaching into the overhanging roof, pulled out a set of keys. Steve looked over the meal in front of him. Given that Nytoya had gone to the effort of getting it for him, he wouldn't have criticized it anyway, but as it happened, it was one of his favorite breakfasts: scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon (crisp but not dry) with butter and biscuits on the side. He looked down at Nytoya, and said, "Thank you for the lovely breakfast. How did you know my favorite, or was it a lucky guess?" I asked the room voice if it could suggest a breakfast to your tastes,. No," he peeped."Oh yes," she assured him. "And it feels silly calling you Milton oreven Milty. How about Milly? That's perfect, because in their language'milly-ooo' means 'obedient girl'. How convenient."As the tribeswomen led him away they kept saying milly-ooo and then justMilly. Their fingertips brushed him here and there, keeping hisexcitation at a peak. He whimpered as he looked back and saw his brideand her new husband departing, Umbatta's large dark hand on Davina'sbottom. Milton. It was a friday afternoon and I set off to pick her up. The wife satayed at home to prepare the meal. I arrived at joyces house her bags were packed in the hallway and I Loaded them into the car. Joyce always tried her best to look nice. She was 55 and her figure was a more rounded shape. she was wearing a bright red Skirt Just above the knee.Black Tights and A White silky blouse with her ample boobs pushing through, With red High Heels to match. It was a warm evening so Joyce put her coat on.