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We’ll sort that out after you have cooked my breakfast. Paul arrived at Jayne’s house on Saturday afternoon as arranged. “Bring an overnight bag with you.”
“That would be wonderful, Paul,” said Jayne. Paul had ordered a cab to take them there and he was pleased that it was punctual. “I’ve already got some clothes here,” she told him pointing at the bed. “I needed that,” she remarked, “even though your tiny cock only just managed to satisfy me. When the club closed at 2am, Paul was very much the worse for wear, but certainly not paralytic. “I don’t like sloppy kisses,” she said. Her case was on the bed, opened and she’d laid out some clothes beside it.