Later on I came to know that the security was the husband of the Nepali maid and stayed full time at the house. Aunty was also a stunning beauty, well...maintained figure and whitish complexion. She too greeted me with a loving hug. Wow it was really a nice warm hug. She asked me to have a bath and then come for lunch before retiring for a short rest.I finished my bath and then we all sat for lunch, then my uncle and aunty said that some last minute purchasing to be done and they went to town for. I flopped into a small bedroom on the third floor that was likely part of the servants' quarters judging from its barren furnishing. It did not bother me. I was tired enough to have slept on the pine floor.Early the next morning, I heard my thin door squeak open and sat up quickly reaching for the pistol I had left under my cot. I ghostly figure approached in the dim morning light from the narrow dormer window. It seemed to float across the floor in a billow of white and black. My feeble brain. Timing it with her breathing he broke the chain holding the crucifix and it dropped into the waist of her skirt then, with a little help, it entered her panties and came to rest just inside her pussy. The two arms slightly held the lips apart whilst the stem rested against her clitoris. Debbie froze as she felt it drop and tried to compose herself when it had finally come to land. Her first instinct was to move a little, let it drop down her leg and to the floor, but when she began to wriggle. " I blushed, nodding, "I can't help that, Mrs. B. You are so hot." She kind of preened at that. All babes like to hear that. "I have an idea though. I'll let you go down on me for your tip." I hit the Stop button immediately, my cock already dripping hard inside my pants. She smiled and leaned against the elevator wall, and lifted her short skirt up as she spread her ripe thighs. After I got on my knees, looking up at her raising her short skirt, her bikini panty covered pussy, she added, "of.