She was around 28-24-28I like to tell about a incident that happened with my maid in my life few years back her name is mangla (changed), she has an a...set of slim and gorgeous body of dark tone which suits her perfect. I was mad to have her in my arms and deflower it with my juice. Actually I live alone and stay little far from my home and was of little bit of mismanagement in my house. And mangla use to work at my mom’s house for a long time.One day I saw mangla by road walking to her home. I. I was looking like my fake ID, a fake wig to change the length and color of my hair. Glasses to hide the real shape of my face, and buck teeth that were suppose to be for fun but looked too real! Colored contacts hid my eye color and loose fitting clothes to hide my body size.My reason for making the trip was done and I had planned on looking for a woman, but fate seemed to provide me one before I was really ready. Just a slight adjustment to my plan nothing I could not deal with. Klaudia. “Coffee?”“Maybe tea?” Kate countered.“Sure.” I pulled together the fixings for a pot of strong English tea, and then stood silently at the stove, staring vacantly at the kettle, waiting for it to whistle.“It won’t boil while you watch it, you know,” Kate said quietly from right behind me. I turned to find her standing only two feet away, looking at me almost anxiously. I hated seeing her this way. My heart cracked, and then I rallied, pushing back. "If only...” I said, a sliver of anger. He watched the three women walk down the main street from his office. “I wonder who the other one is.” he mused “She looks like she could turn a pricey trick too if I could arrange it” He never was a nice man, but his avaricious nature had got the better of him; the more money he had the more he wanted. No, that wasn’t quite true, it was control he liked. Controlling the town, the workforce, the women.His wife came in, she had used make-up to hide the worst of the bruise he had given her, but.