He reflected that the past week had been one of mixed feelings. He had been busy and was enjoying the work to bring the apartment up to the luxury fin...sh he wanted. There had been some enjoyable banter with the various contractors - apart from one plumber who had sacked quite quickly for poor workmanship - and he was learning little tricks from them. He admitted to himself that he was missing his family though and was now looking forward to joining them for a family dinner.Gavin had been. She made a mental noteto give him some sort of reward as motivation, though she would make surethe reward had a downside.After she decided he'd done enough dusting, Milly gave him one piece ofadvice -- "Try to keep your expression vapid, darling. Lose that focusedlook. When you're acting all femme, it's more attractive if you alsolook... you know... simpleminded."His features relaxed into blankness, as if he didn't have a thought in hishead beyond looking pretty and performing his. My butt sits down on the bench and my eyes darken as he lowers himself to his knees. Tilting my head back, my ass scoots closer to the edge of the bench. His fingers press against my knees, opening my legs. Watching his tongue slide along my inner thigh, goose-bumps appear on my arms. Shivering, my legs spread further apart. ‘Beautiful,’ his voice whispers to me. He reaches up to cup my breast. A slick path from his tongue continues to trail up my thigh. My nipple tingles as his fingers begin. They work you too hard over there and then I expect you to come over here and work some more. The least I can do is massage your feet. I used to massage my Nisha’s feet every day when she got home from work, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can stop.” Kshitiz says.“Well it does feel good.” I said.Kshitiz’s powerful hands massaged first my right foot then my left foot. Before either of us knew it two hours had gone by.“Will you look at the time it’s after 8:00.” Kshitiz said.“Really? That.