She smiled and went.. Then that afternoon…all her child went to sleep after lunch…only we two were awake…she asked whether I had sex before with...any woman…i said..it happens only in my dream…she smiled..I got the courage and asked her whether she could fulfill my desire..she smiled and asked me too come…i removed her saree…she removed my lungi… I was naked now…she was standing with blouse and pavadai…i removed her pavadai..and saw the cunt with bright light…wow……i asked her to sit on the sofa... Not the fanciest place in town, despite its name, but an OK mid-range hotel. Good tourist trade, from what the manager, himself a recent Cornell School of Hotel Administration graduate, had told me when I’d chatted with him at one of our annual travel fairs.Monsieur M owned this hotel, among others.That explained the referral from the ambassador, but not why. Tootsie had said it was urgent. Ambassador or not, it was going to be my name on the visa and I wanted to know what I was getting. I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to raid her washing hamper for soiled knickers. Maggie favoured silk knickers I think they were called French Knickers, loose fitting around the legs, maybe because of her veins? I would sneak up the stairs and go into the bathroom to seek out her knickers in the hamper. Often there would be only one pair, I think she must have done all her washing before she went away so I couldn't take them or she would notice. It hurts, I start screaming and moaning in pain and yelling at him to stop. He doesn't. I feel my cheeks get red and hot, it hurts more and more. I remember that I didn't have any clear thoughts, wasn't aware of the situation as a whole or the circumstances, all I thought is "Oh shit, I really pissed him off". I didn't think about the fact that technically I didn't do anything wrong and even more clearly he obviously had no right to treat me like that. Instead I started begging, telling him to.