I got struck watching there and aside i got fear what if i get caught.She invited me with killing smile on face and fallen pallu with her exposed boob....I was like fuck her now.But i controlled and finished my work and went away. This incident increased craving for her a lot.I used to masturbate a lot imagining her.I used to enjoy her watching daily in diff sarees and think me removing that saree and making love to her.Its been long time i had seen her boobs.My luck favored one day when i went. She was as perfectly dressed and made up as Miss Carson and it was easy to see how well they had learned their skills as they managed the challenges of keeping everyone supplied with food while at the same time making sure that all were having a good time. Miss Carson’s companion – Spencer, I discovered she was called - in particular seemed relaxed at dealing with the flirting banter of some of the male guests, laughing with them in a familiar way that I was sure would have earned any of us the. I am her favourite teacher of languages and also a friend for long walks when I her show birds by my binoculars. Rose lives right behind my temporary room at he attic of a friend, from where I can see her bedroom window. I know she does not know. Nor I encountered her erotic stories by chance. I immediately knew who wrote them.Rose looks lovely. Fine face, blond beauty and an atlethic attractive body from field hockey she plays as wellI know how hot she is from watching her come one. It was humiliating thinking that I, a former man, could bespending my days cleaning up after any of these masculine guys.A couple days later, I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroomfloor, when I was called into the living room. The girls instructed thatI stand in the middle as they address me."As you know Jane, we have been spending the past couple weeks trying todecide what do with you. Whether to sell you off to someone else or keepyou in some capacity," said Trish."yes miss," I.