Due to heavy rains, all the clothes were hung inside for drying, in the room adjacent to mine, on the first floor. My mother and the maid were sleepin... in a room on the ground floor.I made my plans. Normally in the evening, around 6 pm, the maid used to come up and collect the dried clothes. In the evening it will be dark, as it was monsoon season and mom usually will be downstairs. I stopped the habit of going out in the evening. One I waited for the maid to come up to collect the clothes.As. .with that said I don't think it's very...appropriate to be dressed the way you are." I leaned closer and whispered in the most sweetest voice possible, "Why? I thought we could all be professional here." Knowing that he was looking at my legs beneath the table, I opened them just a bit so he could see my pink lace panties. That sure got him going. It took him a moment to look back up and talk to me with eye contact. "Yea...I think we can make it work..." his voice cracked when he saw I was. He kept trying to cover it and she would firmly move his hands away. Telling him to be good she teased around near his cock at last soaping him up on his upper legs and lower belly. Then she washed the area clean and toweled him dry. Stand up, George, he stood, turn around. He again did as instructed. She soaped his back and ass up then cleaned off the soap and toweled him dry. She guided him around and indicated he should sit. Now dont you feel better? I do, he said, but I am uncomfortable. This room was awesome and the voyeur in me was already excited about the prospect of a view down to the beach (close enough for proper viewing) and of the terrace.I quickly offered to sleep in the lesser bed with a smaller more subtle window looking out onto the terrace on one side and beach on the other. I had calculated that I could look at the beach discreetly from my area around the corner. We unpacked showered etc and headed out for the night.The following morning I woke late with a hell.