I waited for what seemed like an eternity until she crossed over the room once again to the bathroom. This time, she stopped, right in full view of my...probing eyes. Her back was to me and I could see her ass fully. She had a beautiful ass. She put her hand over one cheek and rubbed her ass as I watched, eyes fixed on her. She bent down to pick up the fallen panties and I could see her tits swaying as she picked them up. Her tits were beautiful from what I could see and I was totally entranced. Maya said,’choto shahab was tickling me’. My bhabi scolded me saying that, I should not be playing with the maid. I should not forget my status. My bhabi affectionately run her fingers in my hair and massaged my hand. Next day, I was sitting in the same dinning room; Maya approached me and asked whether I need a massage! I said, ‘haramzadi, get out of my face, you complained to my bhabi’. She apologized touching my legs and started to massage my hand. To my surprise, this time she was doing it. Kintu ami tokhono biyer kicui bujhi na.Naani became giggle and after that again started basor ghore se ki bisri kando, tomar nana amake ador korar jonno kace tance ar amito voye gurisuri, ghor theke ber hoye gelam. seshe amar daadi ese onek bujhiye amake abar rekhe gelen. tomar nana ja ho prothom rate kicu korlo na. kintu porer rate amake joriye dhore onek ador korar por jokhon shari khulte gelo amito dilam ekta kamor. Telling this Naani began to giggle loudly.After the supper we again sat at. Mostof them stop talking when I enter and eye me up. I was never the mostpopular person at school being something of a music/art geek. Thefeelings I had back then of being watched and judged come swimming back.Mr Dixon introduces me to Mr Hulse who is a slim fresh faced man whodoesn't look old enough to be a teacher to my thirty something mind. Hehas started growing a wispy beard, I wonder if he is trying to lookolder?The two talk for a moment and then Mr Hulse offers me a card with mylessons.