“Mary, be a dear, fetch some coffee?” Priscilla smiled at her. I suspected Mary was immune to Priscilla’s charms but she got up to do it anyway ...s it was the polite thing to do in front of new guests. I hadn’t seen where Priscilla had discretely laid her shot glass after we filed in; it wasn’t anywhere in sight. There was just a heavy ashtray and a small box of cigarettes on the sofa table. A foreign brand! The kind of very expensive black-market cigarettes that everyone would leave around in. I Abhishek want to share a true incident which took place a month back. My age is 18 and I just completed my 12th now m doing merchant navy. I have an average body 5’8″ height. Coming to my masi she is d most beautiful among our family members, very fair, bulky body. Her assets are 36 34 36.Coming to the story; she stays at my nani’s place single mother with a son of age 10 years, she works in a BPO. One fine day she went to take bath and I was in the very next bathroom bathing and between both. Demarre's jewelry to sell to clear her father's debt, and in the process being discovered by Mr. Demarre who had impressed her body into service for his son, and apparently for his wife as well.She smiled at her father as he left. He smiled back at her, telling her to have a good day at work. She grinned back. These days she didn't know what a day at work would be like. Or what she would end up doing.Mrs. Demarre smiled as she Wendy walk through the front gate of the house, then looked at her. The situation became more and more difficult. If I stepped outside now, my behaviour only became more suspicious. Out of the safe darkness I watched as she looked across the street at the displays of a jewellery shop, ran up to the next corner, waited there and pretended to type a message into my mobile phone. Now as she walked towards me, I gathered all my courage, straightened up my smartphone and took a frontal picture. As I lowered the phone, her hard look pierced me and I turned away.