.. I...”“Slut!” I shouted at her.I walked away and went to my room. I didn't know what happened next between them because I was so furious that ... decided to lock myself and play some loud music.Twenty minutes later, she knocked on my door. I opened it, and there she was, wearing white panties and a pink top. I could tell she was not wearing a bra since her erect nipples stood out.“I'm sorry! Ronald came, we had some coffee and talked, and then it just went out of control. I know I screwed up.. " Again she looked long and hard…then she slumped a bit and exhaled. Her breath became labored and she began unbuttoning her suit jacket.I stopped her. "I told you - how I want it." I somehow thought it would be particularly humiliating for her if I exposed her from the bottom up. "Take off your skirt and panties." I assumed she was not the kind of woman who walked around without underwear; I should have known not to make assumptions.As her skirt dropped her pussy was exposed. After getting. I have been friends with a guy called Ron who I have known for some years but had lost contact with when I moved about 25 years ago. I bumped into him about 3 years ago again and have met up with him from time to time since. By way of background, Ron is about 70. We agreed at the outset that we would not do anal - neither of us wanted to and have ever done it before. Other than that, just about anything is okay. He has not been around for about 6 months because he has been living away with his. “What is your name?” asked the servant.“Fatima.”“My name is Shrika. I take care of this place, but sometimes I welcome people who want to help. It’s a small house, yes, but I could use a break.”Shrika led her to an empty room.“Why don’t you start here.”“But this room is clean,” said Fatima.“Generally it is clean, but there is a lot of dust. You won’t be needing your sweeper. There is a duster in there. Should you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen. Don’t be afraid to walk into the rooms. They all.