I said Hi and put my hand up. Meanwhile, he was noticing my bouncing boobs and was checking out my thighs. And then he nervously said Hi.Then mom cont...nued her explanation. I decided to stay there as I got curious by the new servant’s stares on my body. I stayed in the kitchen doing some thing or other and I saw he was checking me out a lot.I was enjoying his stares and nervousness. So I did some unnecessary stretching and bending for taking and putting some things in the kitchen, to see his. "Take the rest off."I unhooked my bra in the front and my 34 b tits were exposed. I slid my thong down over my ass and slid it off my ankle. I reached for the strapto my heels, and he said, "Not the heels. Leave them on." He looked at me for a long time. My long blonde hair was put neatly up and he reached over and pulled the pins out and let it fall free. He cupped my breasts and pinched the nipples but I didn't make a sound. He seemed satisfied that they hardened.He walked over to a cabinet. It’s only been a week, yet the days seem to go by like years, waiting. ‘I hope he can write soon,’ thinking to myself, looking over the dessert trolly parked all too close to my corner table. The stout waitress, hovering over me asking, ‘Would you care for anything from trolly dear?’ ‘I’m sorry, did you say something?’ I say eyeing the older, heavyset woman. ‘Yes, would you like anything from dessert trolly?’ ‘Oh, no thank you. I’m fine, but if you have a nice hot tea, I’d be much obliged.’. ’ I stood up feeling the same doubt, but it was true. ‘That’s what he said. I was just a way to hurt him.’ ‘That jerk!’ she hissed. ‘I should go down there and give him a piece of my mind.’ I turned to her and shook my head. ‘I just want to forget about it. I just want to move on.’ She stood and pulled me into her arms again. ‘I’m so sorry, baby,’ she whispered into my hair. I knew they were just words, but they helped coming from her. ‘I love you, Mom,’ I cried, hugging her tight. ‘I.