She didn’t have to be up to make my coffee or breakfast, so she didn’t care how late she stayed up. Sometimes she made a lunch for me without my a...king.She was almost always still in bed when I got home from work. So I tried to make as little noise as possible as I showered and ate something. That first week passed. The next week was a repeat of the first. Payday weekend came and Don flashed his check around to us. His net pay was almost twice what mine was. His shifts in the woods were all. She was agreed, and tied her saree some how up. I was sitting on a stool. She come in front of me and applying shampoo on my head. I was looking at her breasts, those are in swing. There was a hot flame in my body. I unable to control my self, I rounded my hand around her waist and rubbed my face on her boobs. She was shocked. But didn’t refuse. Infact she don’t have time to think. I was pressing her bare waist and rubbing my face on her breast. I pulled her on me in that instance she touched. It was at that point that I stopped caressing her and gently brought her to her feet. I lead her by the hand to my bedroom. As we stood next to my bed I unsnapped the top button of her shorts. She moved to help me and I told her, "I'll do that."I unzipped her shorts and tugged them down over her hips. I knelt down in front of her and lifted her feet, one after the other to completely remove her shorts. She stood in front of me wearing only her Victoria's Secret panties. Before rising I. I return to my place to face my guest across the table for the first time. She is holding a single white rose reverently in both hands, chin high, seemingly illuminating her face. She is radiant; blond and pink and though her smile is shy, it goes all the way to her eyes. It is a moment before she speaks. ?The fucktoy is proud to present herself,? she says in a sweet, normal tone of voice and hands me the rose. I remove a dark red bud from my lapel and replace it with her white bloom after.