We had a full time maid named Veena who was nearly 22-23 yrs old and a small but pleasant looking, working for us since few years. My mother had train...d her in all the household work including making food and more or less she used to do all the work from morning till night, as my mother used to go to my grandmother house everyday along with my dad. We all were very much dependent on Veena. She was married but being from a poor family, both she and her husband used to work. Her husband used to. Not as bad as it would be ten years into the future, but bad nonetheless. Talk of mutiny in both trenches were in the air. In mid 1918 no one envisioned that the war was near its end.Frank and Yvette were walking along the left bank of the Seine River. They were holding hands like two young lovers instead of being married for almost three years. Both enjoyed each other. Their sex life was spectacular. The fact that they saw eye-to-eye on most things cut down on the usual bickering between a man. Why would she ask me to stay? Were the police on their way already? Perhaps she had a gun trained upon me? I froze in fear and astonishment.I turned back in time to see her wipe the other cheek dry. She mumbled, "I'm sorry..." She surprised me again? Was I not the intruder, the crook, the thief? It was obvious she did not fear me. "My name is Cheryl-Anne," she stood awkwardly since her skirt hindered the movement, "please come in and sit down." She motioned towards a large comfortable couch. I. I pulled off, and kissed his shaft, then looked up into his eyes, his desire apparent. I lay down on the bed, and he stood at the edge. He pulled me toward him, and keeping his eyes glued to mine, entered my pussy so softly, I wanted to cry. He was being so sweet and gentle with me, I wanted him to be mine. I wished that he was my hubby, and that we made love like this all the time. Then I felt guilty because he wasn’t. And we couldn’t. I was already married, and I was doing this anyway. I.