By now, my cock was rock hard and I couldn't hide my erection in my dress slacks. I saw her looking at it and It turned me on even more. She then aske... me if I had a fetish for pantyhose and heels. I shyly said, yes, I guess I do. She looked at me and kind of nodded towards the door to the hallway. We both walked out into the hall. Without thinking I stood up with that stiff erection in wool pants and you could see the tent I was pitching with my stiff cock. When we got to the hall, she slid. I said agar tum mere saath so-ogi to log kya kaheinge(if you will sleep with me then what will people say). To this roopa said kisi ko kaise pataa chalega ki main aap ke saath so rahee hoon. Jabtak koi aayegaa main uth jaaoongee aur bistar par aap akele rahenge( how will anybody come to know that i am sleeping with you . By the time any one comes i will get up and you will be alone in the bed).I said main sonch kar kal bataaungaa( i will think over the matter and tell you tomorrow). Next day. The water was lovely and refreshing and just before Marc got in, he hand us our drinks. As we moved around the pool Gabby soon was in my arms. Her back against my chest as I held her while drinking and talking to Marc. It got to a stage where my cock became hard as I held her and I was dying to punish her little cunt. As we all continued talking, my right hand moved lower down Gabby's body, onto her groin where I started to tease. Marc then made a comment, " that wet shirt shows off your hard. I’m not ready to watch him touch and love a woman.I’m not ready to know that he will never look at me, a servant—a man.The autumn festival is soon, and the night is always capped off with a masquerade ball. So I save and scrape together everything I can for a mask and a gown to hide both my identity and my body.I don’t expect him to recognize me, even though I deliver his breakfast and afternoon tea most days. It’s the other servants I worry about.Because tonight, I will try to woo the king on.