Then I moved the curtains over the windows. I decided to try something new. I turned her so she was on her stomach. This way it will greatly reduce he... chances she'd know my identity if possible. I took out Sarah's clothes off from her body and tied her hands and legs to the bedposts like usual, just this time on her stomach. I duck-taped her mouth, twice in case she managed to break free and was able to scream. Then I waited, looking outside. Were the police on their way?I waited about 10. Thereafter this lady used to be more attached and used to smile and talk to me very calmly whenever she see me back from the office. On Saturdays we use to work only half day and rest we use to spent in Restaurants either with our clients or our colleagues getting boozed.On one Saturday as usual my driver dropped me back at my accommodation at 12:00 in the midnight fully boozed after a get together with my colleagues. When I reached the lift I saw our caretaker standing in front of her. I laid down beside mom, and quickly my hand found her beautiful black bush. Her hairs were shiny and curly and they felt coarse. She grabbed my hand and pushed it further down."Come on, boy, wash me like you did." My hand slid in between her thighs, and I was very surprised to feel, that she was almost as wet as when I really washed her in the shower. I moved my hand up and down, as if I was really washing her, and she jerked her hips up to meet my fingers."Come, I'll show you." She pushed my. ’ ‘Not even your mother?’ she asked. ‘There is nothing, she, or anyone else, can do to make me stop loving you.’ ‘I knew it too,’ she said, ‘but I didn’t have to go through what you went through. I didn’t have to learn to accept my sexuality. I just knew that whatever it took, I had to keep you in my life’ ‘Ok, enough of this. Get your ass out of bed. We have things to do,’ I said, forcing an end to our mutual love fest. We each had things to do to get ready to leave, but we always stopped.