She got the job and treated me in a nice restaurant. We use to meet daily as we are working on the same building. She was enjoying my company more tha... many things in this world. I used to drive her home on my car and pick her up sometimes.One such days while driving her to her hostel. It started raining heavily and there was an accident on the road . It made full traffic jam on her way to hostel. We waited for sometime and the jam didn’t seemed to take hours to be resolved. I invited her to my. I was out the door in an hour, I figured I get coffee and calm my nerves a little.She was late about thirty minutes but as I watched her walk up in front of the Bistro from my coffee shop vantage point I nearly forgot everything I have been mulling over for the hour I waited. She was wearing black leggings with knee high black boots with a white top that definitely showed her shapely mother figure. I don't say that in a bad way at all, I can tell she kept up her work out even after her. "Look" Marcus yelled. "No fucking excuses, you make it happen, Now I am out of here, I am late from lunch"The door squeaked and slammed shut. The funny thing was, was that I didn't hear any noise when she left the house. It didn't hit me earlier either, but she had fucked the shit out of my father in her rear bedroom chamber in the back of our house... I was so fucking hard, I jerked off right then and there. Then I went in her chamber looking to see if her nylons were laying around...No such. In short, I was to be a live in nurse/care attendant for Mr Peters. He was a very wealthy businessman who had had a horse riding accident a few months earlier. As a result he was bed ridden and needed help with virtually everything. A physically big man, it was too much for most female nurses, particularly at nights, so they had decided to hire a male helper, who would live in the house, be on call from 1800 to 0800 and tend to Mr Peters every need. In return, I would have free rein of the.