There was nothing out of the ordinary in it when she scanned around. The work desk with a PC on it, as expected and a filing cabinet with books and a...few magazines. She went and sat at his desk and turned the PC on and as she was waiting for it to come up on the screen she glanced at the bin that was at her feet. At first she wondered why it was there and not at the side as you would expect. Then she noticed that it was full of tissues. Perhaps he had the cold first she thought. She. I lifted her sari and stroked her silky smooth thighs, all the while our lips locked, tonguing each other hungrily. My hands were inside her petticoat, exploring her secret places and as they reached the spot where her thighs met, up deep in the V of her pelvis,I was delighted to feel my fingers touch her skin – my darling maid was not wearing any underwear, Wow! There was a little growth of hair on her pussy and her labia were already a little moist. My middle finger slipped in to its hilt. I could have laid there all night with her working on my breasts, masochistically enjoying the frustration of wanting more. Her hand moved off my breast and I knew something new was going to happen. She slid her hand slowly, lightly, down my body. As she passed my belly-button she tickled a finger inside it then moved on to my lower belly. She stopped just as she got to the waistband of my pants and ran her fingers ever so lightly over my tummy, from side to side, up and down she trailed her. Eventually they found their way back to the Mansion. "Ladies and Gentlemen," the guide said, "there's one last thing we'd like to show you and, frankly to ask for your help. We know that a lot of the visitors here have family recollections of things that went on at Station X which were never recorded and we're rather baffled by a recent find." He led the way back across the stable yard to one of the cottages that had been used Dilly Knox and Turing. "You see that room up there," he said.