From that day Manabda used to come to my room to chat with me, it was pleasing to me also, but there was no dishonesty just colleague we met and chat ...here was nothing wrong.I asked Manabda did you marry.He replied no.Why?No one liked me to marry so. Haa haa with a laugh.Manabda was belongs to a very established family in that time of starting of ninetys.Everything I told to my husband Tarun. Days were passing, Manabda regularly come to my room and passed a time with me taking lunch, tea with. Then I consolidated her and made her laugh by doing some stupid things and we decided to head towards our home.We reach to her home but here flat was locked from outside then she made a call to her mom she said she has been to one of her relative’s house as someone had expired and the key was handed to the neighbors.She took the keys and opened the door and I was about to leave but she insisted me to stay because she was afraid of staying alone and to tease her I said call your bf she became. I opened the door to upstairs and called her name – no answer, ‘unusual’ I thought.I climbed the stairs quietly and when I got to the top I called her name and again there was no answer, looking in the bathroom I heard a strange noise, walking over to the front bedroom her door was slightly ajar, as I peered in Rosie was laid on the bed with her knickers pushed down to just above her knees and her fingers were rubbing herself.As I watched it was evident she’d been doing it a while, I crept in. This instant.” The tone of the countess’s voice brooked no further delay. Sally gave up the battle and a stream of pee soaked her knickers and gushed through the thin material, running down both of her legs and wetting the carpet. The torrent was like a dam bursting and seemed to go on for ever. Countess Octavia watched the display intently.“May I go now, Madame?”“No Sally, you can stay there as you are. I wish to tell you about a special assignment I want you to undertake this afternoon. One.