" I reply trying not to sniff..."Oh and maid? It's Miss Myumi to you," she says with a light tap on mysore bottom. "You are dismissed." Yes Miss Myumi... thank you," I reply returning upright and dropping acurtsy to her, then starting to head back to the corner."Not so fast maid," Mistress Thorne says, sitting down on the long couch,"Lie across my knees." Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I reply turning back to her, curtsying againthen carefully lying face down across her lap, the skirt of my. Anushka didi, “How do I look? Am I hot enough to be your sexy bold model?” she said smiling.Me-“You look gorgeous didi. You have an awesome figure to be a super-model, now tie your hair up knot and wear those glasses.”She obeyed as I told and tied her hair, constantly looking at my eye. She could she lust in them.Me – “Now turn back and start posing like you are about to cook.”Her back was now visible to me and I took no time to capture it.Click…click…“Just bend a little like you are seeing the. Rita watches the car drive down the road getting drenched as she is just wearing a simple blouse and cropped trousers with slip on shoes. Turning towards my house I can see her take a deep breath and walk determinedly my way. I know that she can’t see me watching her due to the deluge of water running down my window and the darkness of the room that I am in. Seconds later there is a knock on my back door. “Come in!” I shout. I hear the door open and close. Wet feet pad through my tiled kitchen. ”“These cars need formal introductions. The only American car that I know is on the place is that 1934 Cadillac shooting brake ... and I bought that so I could get the girls here from the airport.”“You flew in?”“I flew down. Seven of us. Six teenagers and a 22 year old.”By now Pete realized I wasn’t going to go with him to look at the boats until his sister was satisfied. He meandered back. “Shooting Brake? Hearse you mean.”“Pete ... don’t get on my bad side ... you won’t get to take me out to.