We had a lot of space in the back side of the house and I use to help the house owner so they like me a lot and became more close to me. He use to com... home often and he was let free to come home any time and any where. I use to sit and wash my dish keeping my saree above my knees not to get wet and some time also use to change my dress with out closing the door. Rahul use to come and talk while washing and this happened every day and Rahul use to looking at my cleavage and legs but I did not. I turned her around and started smooching her. She responded very nicely. I still had my hand on her breast pressing them. Slowly I moved her from bed and took her to the living room.She was wearing a track pant and a t-shirt. I started kissing her boobs on t shirt and held her ass in my hand. I was mad and even she was… we both had lost in each other and sex aroma was filled in her home. Slowly I tried inserting my hand inside her pants. She opposed. Then I started biting her boobs on her. How was I going to get there? I walked along, gingerly takingsmall steps, trying to get used to those heels. I was on a narrow,poorly lit side street. As I passed under a street light a car sloweddown and the driver, a middle-aged guy wearing a sport coat over aflannel shirt and sporting a baseball cap, called out, "Hey, sweetcheeks. How much for a blowjob?" I froze and refused to make eyecontact with him. This was a dreadful development. Of course I lookedlike a hooker to him, in that. The young man, wishing to spare his employer the pain of this interview, questioned the new-comer; but the stranger declared that he had nothing to say to M. Emmanuel, and that his business was with M. Morrel in person. Emmanuel sighed, and summoned Cocles. Cocles appeared, and the young man bade him conduct the stranger to M. Morrel's apartment. Cocles went first, and the stranger followed him. On the staircase they met a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen, who looked with anxiety at the.