"W-T-F?" (What the fuck?) Amy Sue asks."I don't trust him either," I reply. "So, let's get us some insurance. And our clothes."Neither of us says much...to each other for about five minutes. Then, Amy Sue sees where I am heading. I park the car behind an old barn located directly behind Dorothy's house. It's dark outside, so she doesn't see us approach. But, we can see her standing in her kitchen doing her dinner dishes.Not only that, but she's wearing one of the dresses we stole from her earlier. I could not sleep that night, thinking that she had seen me in that situation and what she will do now. I was fearing that she would tell the flat owner and I would have to empty the house. With all these speculations going through my mind, I decided to go and talk to her and apologize for what happened. The next day, I went to her house and rang the doorbell; I knew that her husband would be out to office. She came to the door and asked me to come inside, as if nothing had happened last night.. I suspect the supermarket prefer women assistants anywayso really it only emphasises the benefits of the plan."I was ushered to the bathroom where she explained that waxing was themost painful but effective way to remove hair. 2 hours later I knew howa Christmas turkey feels,...plucked. I was sore but after a hot scentedbath and some lotion I was not too red and I had to admit that I didfeel very smooth and clean and I even smelt good.After a nice salad she went to the club and on her return. I was surprise and shocked it was my servant lying beside me on my bed “Babu kay kar rahe ho pleaseeee”. I hissed, fighting to free myself from his embrace but he was too strong for me and somehow my inner strength was not there.He kissed me hard on my lips and was on top of me talking erotically telling me, he is going to fuck my cunt my fuck brains our, randi chinal and all that words came in his mouth. (He was speaking in Marathi and that too dirty marathi) The sudden impact of my craving.