It was a slightly large independent house.I was in my college at that time and we had a maid servant by the name of Saritha and she used to work from ...orning to evening. She was around 38 lightly fair and plump. My mother was a teacher and father was in steel plant. So most of the time the maid is alone at home, when ever i came back from school she used to give me food and i used to go for playing. Once into college i was getting exposed to a lot of sexual escapades of my friends and i also. I looked at her. She answered my unspoken question.“I had hoped. He was an arsehole. He lied to me all the time. I thought… Never mind what I thought. I ditched him nearly a year ago and there’s been no one since.”“You know that I have loved you for years, Sylvia…”It was her turn to look at me. “Yes, Duncan. I knew and know. But you are so boring, so staid, so wrapped up in your business. I wanted to live, to go places, to see things, to DO things. I’m sorry. You seemed like conventional. It was late afternoon when she emerged from the bath tub, her skin soft and sensuous, her legs and her sex nicely shaved. As the last of the scented water drained from the bath tub, her mind kept flashing back to the previous summer, to that particular lengthy weekend… Remaining fully nude and enjoying the associated feeling of freedom, she prepared herself, pausing long enough to consume a few chocolates as her nail polish dried. With an eye on the various clocks in the apartment, she tried. Then she returned and now the dildo was protruding from her undergarments. She held it in her hand I could see the ribbons tight around her skin beneath the veil of silk that covered her. She knelt on the bed and touched the shaft to the ball in my mouth. ‘Your mouth may not be open to me but everything else is,’ she whispered. She clambered off the bed and stood behind me. I felt her finger stroking between my lips and then that delicious sensation of being entered. She did not curl over me.