Now that naughty Esme is here I feel the evenings could be more interesting.As it turns out I don't have to wait that long, because at 11:00 am there ...s a knock at my door and she's there, brandishing a box of cookies.She has dressed, now wearing a long, overstretched sweater and a skirt which only just peeks out below it. Her hair is wet and she looks generally ill-prepared for facing the world.We talk in faltering Spanglish as we eat the cookies and drink the tea I have rustled up, but it is. We each took three good hits off the pipe and I was feeling nicely buzzed. We finished our coffee and Carla said, "Let's go inside and watch something on TV."We went into the living room and I sat down on one end of the couch, while Carla took the opposite end. She turned on the TV, and put on a music documentary. Feeling buzzed and a bit horny, I offered to give her a foot massage. She practically jumped with joy when I offered. She quickly turned so both of her feet were in my lap. I wasn't. While in another part of the forest two people had set out in search of them. Akshay wanted to pleasure her more and worked his hands on her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her neck and his hands were rubbing her breasts. She slowly unhooked her bra and gave him more access to her breasts though her flimsy shirt was still on. They did not realize that just 5 feet away, their teacher and college cleaner stood watching. It was only when Akshay stopped to remove her shirt that he saw that. She looked hungry, needy, nervous, and, I guessed, horny. She was unconsciously rubbing her mounded thighs together. She licked her lips and left them parted. My pike jerked as Sheila's hard nipples moved up and down beneath her dress.I glanced at my employer and returned her arched eyebrow."So," she said, smiling, "if you will, you may serve her on the days you are not scheduled for my bed."I nodded, rapidly hardening, surprised by the frankness. "And on Saturday, madam?" I asked with a.