She is of age between 27 – 30. She is nice looking with good figure but little dark in complexion. She had love marriage but her husband left her so...she had no choice but working as a maid. I do job so I don’t stay at home. About 16 months before one day when I go home I saw her working there. Her figure attracted me. Our conversation was likeMe-Who are you? She- Ami Chandana. ekhane kaj kori. Tumi nischoi KK(I am Chandana, Currently Working here. You must be KK?)Me-Haa. Barir sobai kothai?(. The part that I truly hated about those days however was the seeminglynever ending flow of women of all ages who apparently felt it their dutyto talk to the boy waiting on his mom and sometimes mom and sisters(those days were really long). I don't know if they thought I was lonelyor bored but they just felt compelled to pinch my cheek and squeal abouthow cute I was. They loved to tell me that with such pretty blue eyesand long lashes I was just too pretty to be a boy. Or another favoritewas. Mai; aunty please ap la k de dona yar itna to kr hi sakte ho ap mere liyeAunty; ruko baba lati huAunty jaisi hi upar gai mai bhag k bathroom mai gya n unki n pani ka naal hi band kr diya aunty ne mujhe ball di n bathroom mai chali gai n gate laga diya ab jaise hi unhone kapde utare n padi hui balti mai bhigone dale nNahane k liye shower on kiya to pani nhi aya unhone thodi der try kia n thn mujh awaz di mai gya to unhone gate khola she was in her towel n boli k pani nhi aa ra h maine unko scan. I can’t possibly be as big as my mistress!”“But you are!” Susie shot back. “On the other hand, you were almost killed the last time and were seriously hurt any number of times before that. Do you know why?” With her eyes wide, Anna could only shake her head. “Because you really didn’t like the guys who were fucking you. You were dry and tight when they entered and it hurt like hell. But then, with the fear of being hurt building in your brain, it just got worse. And then the last time, you said.