It gives him time to think. Like today, his thoughts about blood and the scent of a woman. For as long as Peter can remember, he has been fascinated w...th the workings of female gentalia. Add to that an almost gothic obsession with the colour red and the taste of blood. Please don't wrongly mistake Peter: he is very sane, very respectful of women. Many would call him a male feminist. He is polite in conversation, never without a witty saying, and verbose in action; he doesn't treat his female. Shall I send for some beer, she asked. It’s okay, I will wait, I replied. She went out, called out to a fellow, to come with a bottle of beer and two glasses. I think you could use a couple of buckets of water too to cool you off. It must have been dusty in the rickshaw ride, she offered. The idea of having her scrub me was a lovely thought, Sure, I said, and soon was down to the buff. I followed her to the well near the yard and dropped the bucket to draw the water. It was nice and tepid in. I just closed the door and said I will be right back because I don’t want that she go to Pooja’s home and told her anything wrong about me. I dressed up and open the door again ask to come inside show her what to do for housekeeping and cooking. she agreed and told me she want Rs. 2000 per month for everything, I agreed and told you can start work from today if you want. she say not today I will come tomorrow.Next day on Sunday door bell rang around 11:00 am she was late, I was waiting for her. I waited until daddy was fast asleep, still his arms around my tiny body. I made sure my sheer nightdress rode up above my waist exposing my soft warm bottom. I wiggled tight up against daddy's shorts. I could feel the warmth of his balls against my flesh. I drifted off to sleep having very erotic thoughts about making love to him.When I woke very early in the morning, before it was fully light, daddy's huge cock had become exposed through his boxer shorts. I could feel his big dick straining.