She had changed from jeans to a skirt and shirt with the locket showing now."I was going to tell you about it tonight, honest. A promise is a promise.... You're beginning to scare me. I know you must be tired from the afternoon of tennis but that's no reason to talk gibberish." It's not gibberish. What did she tell you about last night?" She was just asking if we had a good time. She wanted to talk to you before she went back to school. I told her you were in the shower. She said she'll call you. “Just get this done with,” Savita ordered at Vikram.He grinned like a wicked man and started pounding Savita so hard that she screamed like a whore. Savita despised him but not his cock. He was giving her pleasure that she had long forgotten.Vikram turned her over and entered her from behind. This gave him more access inside her pussy. She felt him touch every boundary of her pussy with his massive cock. But Savita wanted the upper hand.She pushed him away and then jumped on him. Savita took. I slowly placed my hand around her waist. She was wearing a churidar which had an opening from the side and it was showing the vest and end of the pant.Slowly, I moved my hand further and looked around. When I was about to move near her crotch, my maid’s daughter suddenly held my hand and placed it back on her waist (usually women have the instincts).My heart skipped a beat. And now I was forcing my right hand inside the back side of her pant. She tried to resist that time, but she never turned. She was always glad for a chance to one up her parents. In her teenage mind, she was in a constant, epic battle with her parents, to show them how competent, knowledgeable, and grown-up she was. A true war for independence. In her parents mind, she was just another teenager with an attitude, which of course was the truth. Well, sounds like a good set up Jamie. I hope everything goes well. Good job finding some good work. I hope its not too hard Jim said. nah, its nothing compared to what you do.