She wore her long flaxen hair in a French twist; enhancing her slender white neck.I could imagine her hair at night, tumbling onto her breast as she s...ipped into bed. How I dreamt of getting into that bed with her; become a lesbian. I could tell she liked me too; often I caught her gazing at me.Then during a lunch break near the hall we’d got chatting and she told me she lived alone in the hills with just her dog for company. I asked if she got lonely in such a place but she said she always had. Her holy bodyneeded no food or water, though she could still eat all she wantedwithout gaining any weight or needing to use the facilities. (Consideringwhat those poor Indians had to use, Devi thought it just as well.) Shedid sometimes sweat, but it always smelled of flowers and other heavenlyscents.She could shape her body into whatever form she wanted. Herbody wasn't built for child-bearing (even if some did consult her to havechildren themselves), so she didn't have to suffer the indignity. I had forgotten to wear panties. Oops! :). Needing to get my jeans off of my ankles before tripping, I eased back slowly to sit on his lap. My butt couldn’t help but grind on his lap a bit when I grabbed my jeans and took them off completely. When it did, I noticed what was clearly a very hard bulge pushing against my butt. I continued to rub my ass against him while mentioning to his wife that I thought maybe I had “accidentally” given her husband a hard on. I could tell this was turning her. I kept pleading with her saying, "I'll start looking for another job right away and as soon as I have a job offer I'll quit; probably won't take more than a month." So are you saying you don't mind him having sex with me?" she asked."He won't lay a hand on you. I'll make sure he understands that. You are there as a maid only." You are so naïve," Kathy sighed.So I kept my job under the new circumstances. Three nights a week I worked until nine at night only to come home to a cold supper. Then.