"I think you need a shower," she said, her eyes sparkling."Excuse me?" I'd just taken one yesterday. Where the fuck had that come from? I was actually...kind of insulted, but before I got really upset, Jen caught my eye, and said it again."I think. You need. A shower." I peered at her, even more suspicious than ever. She'd said to too slowly, too deliberately. "All right..." I said, slowly.She hopped up, allowing me to stand, and followed me upstairs, still with that same expression on her face.. She was in her mid 30's and take good care of the house hold. First few years with us nothing happened though at times in my mind I use to fantasise her. It so happened that my wife have to go back to our home country for few days and I was left alone at home. My maid took holiday as well so she wasn't at my house too. two days passed by and one evening I got a message from my maid( let's call her jasmine) whether she could sleep at my home. I was bit surprised to see that message but I. Bob grabbed ahold of her and began kissing her letting his lips roam over her face and neck while his hands adeptly removed the clothing that was getting in his way. When he had let her skirt drop to the floor, rid her of her garters and stockings, and finally unlaced her corset to release her full breasts, he thrust her from him. He smiled at her momentary look of confusion and stepped back from her to survey her as he removed his clothing. There she stood…….with her dark hair flowing. Once again, Carol didn't mind."Are you worn out from the show and the trip? Well, prepare to be pampered. Come with me." Taking her mother's hand she led her toward the master bedroom. "Dinner will be ready when you are, so there's no rush. I've drawn a bath for you."Inside the master bath, like the dining room, only candles illuminated the room. "Here, let me help you out of those clothes," Darla said. "David will be here soon with a martini." With a chuckle she added, "You can only have one,.