She shyly said thanks and sat near the window. She was looking outside the window (it was dark outside but still she was). Taking the opportunity, I s...anned her body completely. I could easily figure out the bra and panty lining. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.She quickly adjusted herself (she took chunni) and asked me to open the door. Again with a hard on (which I adjusted facing the door and praying that she is not looking at me), opened the door. It was TC, he told that madam, there. . Almost. While I was sitting the third time he made me hover over the toilet and pee out of my "pussy", which he enjoyed and I also noticed that he recorded with his phone. Just more ammo for him to use against me, I thought. By this point he really didn't need anything else, but he obviously wanted to document everything.Quickly I was taken out of the bathroom and back into the ajoining bedroom. On the bed I saw what apparently was my outfit for the night. It was an intricate maids uniform.. Our rooms share a wall, and it happens that my bed is next to that wall, and so is hers, on the other side. So, when we’re sleeping, we’re only separated by maybe a foot. That wall isn’t insulated, and I always jerked off in the shower instead of my room, because I was afraid she’d hear me. So when I turned off my light and lay there, and then heard her moaning, I was pretty sure she wasn’t sick or in pain.It went on, and I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but she wasn’t being quiet. Or someone could win the jackpot twice.But, you know, it happens. I know it does. It happened to me. And I still don't know if I should call it lightning or the jackpot.A bit of both, I guess.It was a morning in May.Someone called me. He had free tickets for a concert in Central Park, the next week. Before accepting them I had to know if Betty would be free that evening, so I phoned her at work. I got her secretary. She wasn't in, she said. I asked if I could reach her somewhere. I knew I could.