Baking. That’s right, baking. Mom wanted me to help her bake a whole pile of stuff for Lynn and her friend Tessa. I told her they would hardly be ar...und but she insisted. After what she had done for me that morning, I would have filled a Wal-Mart with bread baked in a toaster oven if that’s what she wanted.As the day wore on I started getting frantic that I wouldn’t be able to have another crack at Mom. I mean, I was in my undershorts and Mom was wearing an apron and nothing else. It was the. I am sure you know what I mean. Always trying to position myself between Paula and any group of African men in the street.At first Paula was afraid. Our 'luxury' villa was indeed luxurious, but there steel shuttered doors to every bedroom. To prevent burglars raping us both in the night we were told we had to ensure that these were properly locked every night.Mr Kioto had not mentioned that our domestic staff included an armed guard we would be expected to give tips to him to ensure he did not. Doesn't that taste good? Get your finger all wet and stroke yourself again. Good. Now do two fingers. Let your fingers get caught in the light of the cameras. They're beautiful all shiny and colored! Now stick your fingers underneath the corset and really start to move them around your pussy! That's great, Reina. That's just great." Ted kept encouraging her as she was so suggestible. At this point Ted decided to take a break. He asked Reina to get dressed in more street acceptable clothes. "I. Oh, how she longed for his warm touch after they had made love. Was it making love to him? Or was she just another task on his list to cross out before going to sleep that night? She grasped the pillow closer to her breasts, resting her chin on it, embracing the pillow how she'd longed to be embraced.Her tired body drifted into a deep realm of darkness, pushing her emptiness aside long enough to let her sleep in peace.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Baby...it's time."His deep morning tone had startled her..