At the sight of Rose, he retrieved a silver pocket watch, opened it, and arched his bushy brows in disdain to indicate Rose was late even though Kathl...en’s note specified no exact time to arrive. “Mr. Burton, this is Rose O’Toole.” Self-conscious beneath his scornful gaze, Rose curtsied and looked at the floor. “Rose is nineteen and come for the position of parlor maid.” Mr. Burton snapped the pocket watch shut. “Where have you performed domestic service prior?” “Nowhere as of yet, but she can. Some of you might know me. I am Anand – 23, dark, short, medium built with an average dick. I am from Coimbatore currently settled in Bangalore.This is the start of a new series. This is going to be written from a female perspective. The Hero of this story is Nirupama. This is a completely fictional story. Do read the disclaimer before reading the story.DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary. The settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended. "So, it's over - you won't go to him again?"She slid her hand under his belt, gently closing her fingers around his erection."I want you. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me till I scream."Who was this woman? As uncertain as he was, he found it impossible not to play along, impossible not to kiss her deeply when she moved onto his lap, impossible not to fuck her like a wild animal in their bed, and finally, impossible not to wonder what went through her mind as she found her. I haven't spoken to him in four days, and to be honest I'm not sure he's still my boyfriend. I'm going to give him a call and see what's going on. "Hello?" he answers. "Hi, what's up?" I ask "Nothing," he says, rather tersely. "Not in the mood for a talk?" I say. "What do you want, Taylor?" he says. "Nothing," I hang up. I'm not going to be calling him again. Our first conversation in four days and he doesn't want to talk. Now I'm stuck with the problem of what to do again. Oh, but what's.