She said, “At least you could soap my back.” I soaped her back and more. My erection got the best of me. Bending her over as the water rained down...on us, I reamed Angela from the back.After breakfast, she went home. I needed my rest.During our day together, I learned a little more about Angela. She had graduated from Smith College in Massachusetts majoring in European History. Angela had spent two years in France working on her Master’s degree before taking a job with her grandfather's. With each breathe "you find yourselffalling deeper and deeper. So relaxed. In fact you've never felt morerelaxed than you do right now, at this very moment. Deeper and deeper.So relaxed. You're becoming addicted to the sound of my voice and you'reopen to my suggestions. You cannot resist. Falling so very deep now. Nowit's time to take the next step Joey."Miss Shelly keeps talking, no talking isn't accurate as her silky voiceis starting to make suggestions and posing a series of questions. Sgt. Blaine fastened the belt after Sgt. Reynolds was seated. Then maneuvered through the row of seats, got in my face and threatened, "Captain M, if Jack is..."He never got to finish (unfortunately or I would have had his ass) because the Boney bitch interrupted, "Sgt. Blaine ten hut!" He snapped to attention and she continued, "Sgt. don't say or do something stupid. I will make sure the Captain pays for his idiocy. Now get back in your seat as I ordered."He glared at me, sat down and fastened. She had an ample figure; 50ish, Sir Desmond guessed. She was wearing a trim dark blue two-piece woolen suit with velvet trimmings, high-heeled midnight blue snakeskin boots and elbow-length blue silk gloves. She was altogether over-dressed for the hour, Anstruther decided, and was probably returning from a social function and had stopped off for a quenching drink. She downed the remnants of a tall coaster she has been nursing and languidly turned around on her stool to run her eyes up and down.