However, when I told him it was that or die in the morning hebecame a lot more amenable. The ladies turned their backs and my maidstarted to undress a... well. They handed each other their underwear andshe had to explain to him how some of it was worn. I particularly enjoyedseeing him trussed up in her corset and made sure it was done up astightly as possible. In doing so, it amazed me to see that an almostrealistic cleavage was formed and by adding a bit of padding underneathit would certainly. Me: whats your name?Maid: priyankaMe: so how old are you?Priya: 38 sirMe: do you work very honest at my homePriya: yes sir. Do have faith on me sirMe: so what kind of work do u do?Priya: cooking , washing, sweeping and all even your personal works also sir. She was uttering the last words with a little bit naughtily.Me: personal means?????????????????????Priya: sir it will understand to u slowly to you.Me: so what should I pay you? Priya:2000 pm & separate for your personal works is that k. She knows how much we wants to see the way the lace hugs her hard nipples, how badly he wants to run his fingers, his tongue, around her nipples.She imagines him standing behind her, slipping his hands over her shoulders, inside her bra. The camera clicks again as her hands slip inside the bra. Her nipples throb with delight as she pinches them gently, rolling them as she knows he would.She steps out of the dress and turns around in front of the mirror. Would he like the panties she chose for. But she insisted he keep his position as it would be the only sexual position he'd see.Indeed, at work Victor confronted a hot-bed of vice and sexual perversion. At home he was confronted with an icy bed and sexual revulsion. This presented a perverse irony of Vice and versa leaving poor Vic sexually aroused by what he experienced on the job, but sexually dampened once he got home. He shrank into a lesser self, and not just metaphorically speaking. His testosterone levels gradually sank lower.