I asked him casually if there was something up between him and Savitri. He smiled and said, gentleman don’t kiss and tell. I smiled and said, I thou...ht Savitri was married. He said she was. But she knew what she wanted. Then he said, it is only middle class and upper middle class Indian women who become frumpy after marriage, another jab at me. Women like Savitri, he said, discover their true appeal after marriage. I said to him he was disgusting, taking advantage of a poor woman like that. He. And that, if we wanted, he could find work for both of us and we could escape the humdrum existence of living in Poland. So with no prospects of happiness on my horizon, I agreed to go with them both mainly because I wanted some excitement in my life and I couldn’t see it happening where I was.So there we were – sharing a small room with a bed and a shower rented to us by an old couple, him working as a plumber around the village with his friend, Adam, and me working shifts as a waitress in a. I pulled back the third drawer and seen probably the best sight I had ever seen. As they were on holiday she had taken most of her underwear with her but she still left me one hell of a treat. First thing was a load of bra's I didn't think to see the size, but they were not what I was looking for. Under them was a pile of little panties. There were black Lacey ones, pink Lacey ones and few hello kitty ones which got me real aroused but then I hit the jackpot, a pair off stretchy blue panties.. Oh, she had dated some in the past, but they had usually been arranged through a dating service of some sort, or had been set up by her mother, who worried that her only child was going to end up alone, never to give her grandchildren. Her dates always seemed to end in disaster. Either the guys were all over her wanting nothing but sex, or she embarrassed herself some way, or the guys were complete losers, nerds that were too geeky even for her to stand to be around. It wasn’t that she was.