She did not look like a maid if she dressed well.She was recommended by my society colleague and was praised to the level that I had to meet her and t...en her looks, when I first saw her, was enough to hire her. That day itself I was determined that I had to take her to bed. Time passed by and she would regularly do her chores and leave. For some reason even I did not bother.One day as I was busy with my project planning I heard a loud sound and I knew immediately that it was Srilata who had. I broke out of my trance, but apparently not in time. She must have noticed I was looking, because she chuckled and a large grin came across her face."Are you coming?" she giggled. Red-faced, I jogged to catch up and opened the stairwell door for her. "Thank you," she smiled at me. She walked down the stairs, and once again my gaze fell down to the crack of her ass. She walked down the stairs quickly and with a bit of a bounce in the step, making her ass jiggle on each step. Fuck, I imagined. Let me go to the bathroom, then I'll be right out. I hope Adrian will have coffee for me." She does, Sir." Good girl. I'll be out in a minute."When I did come out, the three of them were in different stages of getting ready for school. Adrian handed me coffee, then continued getting ready.After a couple of sips, and a minute or two to get my thoughts together, I stood up.When I stand as I did, they know it is serious and to pay attention."My loves, I have no way to say this other than I am. He had wanted to kill Bob when he ordered them to leave and not come back, but Sybil had shaken her head no. He decided to wait. To wait a week and prepare his wife, his slutty wife for the sacrifice.Allen didn't touch Gwen for two nights. On the third evening he sat, a smile on his face, watching her undress for bed. The bruises had faded and she felt relaxed. Her breasts pouted out against the diaphanous nightgown as she walked seductively in front of Allen, hoping he would take her in his.