I live with my parents in a detached home. Just after the strict lockdown was lifted, we hired a maid to do daily chores.Her name was Simran. She was ... 46-year-old brown-skinned, chubby woman. She was not sexually attractive. I did not care about her as I was occasionally getting sex from a neighborhood aunty.Simran started working at our home, and she would spend more time near me. I figured out that she was into me. She would hold my hands accidentally or come close and touch my crotch. . My story that is. I just want to finda way let let people out there know that I'm not just a bunch of words!That I have feelings. I have emotions. That my creator, the asshole,endowed me with all the attributes, traits, habits, and everything elsethat a good character needs to hold the interest of the reader." The lead-in to my story is perfect. A complete and informativebackground, character introduction, the works. Then I was put into asituation calculated to appeal to the reader's perverse. ”I did not say anything to Mary but kept an eye on Jason, and when he went to the men’s room I followed. “Jason, you said something where you knew I would hear it; so, hear this. I don’t care if you do it, a stranger does it, or an ‘act of god’ does it, but if Mary gets assaulted or hurt, I will make you pay. Do you understand me punk?” To make sure he understood I took a couple of steps toward him.He didn’t say anything but pissed his pants before he could get them unzipped.I left and got a. When I arrived at the prison where I would spend the next five years I didn't think of it as a punishment but more like a five year sexual vacation. As I walked thru the cells towards my own, the guys were yelling new fish and other things at me. Most new guys in prison would have been terrified. Not me, I just swished even more when I walked and waved at the guys and smiled. I would even yell back to them and ask to see their dicks. This drove them wild and the guards had to threaten them to.