“Darling,” she said. “It was wonderful last night, Ken is such a considerate lover.”Eve sat in front of the cage on the small easy chair and c...ossed her long legs with a sweeping motion. Her hand tended to her curls for a moment as she recalled her evening with my former colleague.“First we went to a lovely restaurant in Soho. Italian, and so sophisticated. He has such good taste in wine, honey. We had a perfect bottle of Rothschild with a dinner that was to die for. Escallops, mussels, black. I smiled — I suppose slightly embarrassed to find myself the centre of their attention yet again — then sat back wondering what the hell the children found so fascinating about a middle-aged Englishman and nibbled at my toast, while I tried to get back into my book. Yes, it did cross my mind that they might be hungry. We’ve all seen those pictures of staving children from around the world on TV. But I was in Italy for Chri’sake, and those two young girls did not look at all underfed to me. . Behind her a table with two bottles of water. Below it, Jessica. Sarah gasped seeing her friend unconscious on the floor, naked and adorned with similar rings and chains molded to her body. She half got up to crawl to her and yelped as the chains and rings at her privates and breasts re-arranged and pulled at the body. She touched herself and tears welled in her eyes as the realization of what was going to happen began to dawn on her. Moments later she finally gathered herself enough to crawl. About half-way through the teacher had to leave for some meeting or another and so left me and Charlotte on our own. We started playing with the foam and her top got soaked. Now we were good friends before this, and so she decided to take it off and leave it on the radiator to dry because clearing the foam up would take us all lunch, by which time her top would be dry. Seeing my chance I walked up to her and flicked her bra un-done, and pulled it off of her before she could realise what was.