Next morning around 7.30am, Komal came. She made me breakfast and tea. I gave her a key to my apartment so that she can finish her work and lock up th... place when I returned in the evening, the house looked totally different. She cleaned the house, changed the sheets, and arranged the kitchen in a proper manner. I was happy, as Days passed by, I was satisfied by Komal’s work and we also became friendly with her. We started to talk a lot and she became a friend. One evening, I was watching porn. I slid my hand down over her curves to rub her pussy as my hardness pressed up against her hip. She moaned softly against my lips as our tongues played together and she pushed her mound against my hand. Her hands slipped down to help me strip off my pants, and as they dropped to the floor I pulled up her skirt and massaged my fingers over her panty wet pussy. Teasing a finger inside her, my palm rubbed against her swollen clit and she gasped as my other hand firmly massaged up over her breast,. I’d been making excuse to put something in my lap and pushing down, just to feel the pressure of something against my pussy. My fingers had been just itching to sneak down the waistband of my skirt and fondly fondle my clit. But I am not a quiet masturbater, and if I wanted to remain unnoticed, I had to wait. And now, finally, I had time. I sat down in front of my computer and pulled up a sex story. As I began to read, I finally, finally, slipped hand into my skirt. I didn’t let myself touch. ****Bobbie was losing it, the garbage bag she carried was cumbersome. Everyten steps or so, she had to reshift the bag to a better position.Standing at a stop light, she heard wolfwhistles. A truck came by,splashing water all over her body. The tears started again, these notvisible through the water.She sunk to her knees. She pulled out her phone and looked through thecontacts. She dialed Heather, her voicemail message coming onimmediately. Scrolling up, she saw a name she hadn't thought.