As she tucked into her breakfast, a thought occurred to her. “I can’t keep calling you Paul while you’re dressed like that, can I? What can I ca...l you? Paula? No, too similar to your real name. Angela? Hmmmm, maybe.” She paused while she ate another mouthful of breakfast. “ Yes, I’m going to name you Angela.”When Jayne had finished her breakfast, she handed the plate to Paul and said, “Be a good girl, Angela, and wash up.”“I’m not Angela, I’m Paul, and making me wear these ridiculous clothes is. When I awoke the milk had gone and a clean bottle left; I presumed to bereplenished. I did this wondering what they were doing with my milk.And I continued with the routine until I was removed some time later.I still had no idea of time but I was served several meals and then aforeigner was brought down to the cellar by Uncle William. Naturally heraped me then I was trussed up, and with my head covered again I wastaken to some other place. I could tell I was entering a city becausethe noises. Soft. His vocal tones, lower, deeper, more resonant; the Spanish phrases were musky, intimate. Eve was sliding on a slippery slope into love with him. Tim was a good man and any woman would be satisfied with him, but John was more than Tim. And any woman who compared John to Tim would know that John was more, much more. Of course, Eve loved Tim but John was…Suddenly, Eve blushed. Her cheeks reddened. She blushed as a young girl blushes when her secret feelings towards someone have been. ” Claire’s voice was just loud enough to break the mood, but only just. Rita slowly unfolded herself from around me, and rose from my lap, the musky odor of her womanhood thick in the air and my nose.She smiled. “Claire was right. You really know how to kiss!” It was a great compliment, and my erection flagged slightly, sorry I couldn’t finish inside Rita. Yet. I found myself waiting for the next roll, and if I was high, and Rita was low, I would cum inside her in front of Claire and Bill..