On the way I asked Jean if she had enjoyed watching the couple and she said she had. I then asked if she would watch videos of couples on a beach doin... something similar and she said no that was pornography, what she had watched was a couple making love. I then asked if I had videoed the couple would she have watched it and she said no again it was pornography. By the time we got back to the house she had agreed to watch a few videos of couples on a beach doing something similar to what she had. I gave her, and she was happy. Slowly we started talking to each other whenever we are at home. We become like friends. As the day passed by, she used to tell the problems she faced by men in the other house where she worked, etc. I told her to wear some full clothes like salwar kami instead of saree.She said that her father wouldn’t let her. I told her to tell her mother and take permission to wear it to work. She was happy with what I told her. Next Sunday, I was surprised to see her. She. Now I was dumbfounded, was it over, did I have just a prick-tease on my hands or even worse, had I done something wrong. I looked into her eyes and found her smiling.“Are you ready for this?” she asked“Ready for what!” I unwittingly replied.I watched as her hands fell to her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the hem of her bikini bottoms and very slowly pulled them down. As she lowered the material I saw a mass of black hair emerge into view. “Well come on, help me out here,” she uttered. James checked out of the room, and Jason and James assumed their protector roles until I sat in the back seat of the sedan that was parked and idling under the canopy in front of the hotel. Mark drove us to the apartment building.The building security guard didn't investigate the momentary loss of a picture from the exterior camera when James and I entered the apartment building from a rear entrance. James had a key for the door. I didn't ask how he'd acquired the key. We met no one as we.