Asha kept looking at me, and I was looking at Asha.My aunt was staring at us and said, “Asha, done with your romance?” Asha replied, “Sorry, bha...hi. My husband is never so romantic,” and started hugging me. My aunt separated us two and asked Asha to start preparing food.My aunt and I continued cleaning her room. After an hour, when we finished, she made me sit on the bed with her and said, “Don’t mind what Asha did with you. It is very hard to get maids.”“It’s okay, aunty.”“That means you. Trying to gain the advantage. He finally grabbed my shoulders and pushed me on to my back as he straddled me. His hands holding mine above my head to keep me immobilized. He looked into my eyes and ground his cock into mine. I gyrated against him. "This is for being a hot stud that I am going to teach things to that you never dreamed possible," he said, just before he kissed me deeply for the third time that night. Then he was humping my dick. Kissing his way down my chest. I shook as I felt. Since our piece of the lake shore is about a foot, we don't have a dock.Since we don't have a dock, and the Yacht Club is fresh out of spaces for a dinghy, our dinghy is stored at the house. Our dinghy is too big to carry down to the Bait Shop launching ramp by hand, and the neat little two-wheeled carts that are made for that purpose are also too small, so, the dinghy is on a trailer next to the garden. We have to get the boat and trailer to the launching ramp."Jump the pickup off from the car. I held the damp material to my nose. My scent was all over them. I left them on top of the big stack of dirty clothes in my closet. Then I pulled a hair from my head and laid it across them. When I got home from school that afternoon, Jitu was still at work. He did noon to ten o’clock shifts, six days a week. I ran up to my room and checked the closet. Sure enough, the hair was missing, and I was sure that my panties had been moved. So it was true; someone had been messing with my dirty.