’ ‘So you were, er, finishing the job?’ ‘Until you walked in, yes,’ she admitted honestly. ‘Maybe I could help?’ I suggested, placing my...hand on her thigh, just above her knee and then sliding it slowly upwards. She looked at my hand thoughtfully, as it moved steadily towards her cunt. ‘I’m not sure that would be such a good idea,’ she murmured, making no move to stop me. ‘Why ever not? It’s the duty of a gentleman to assist a lady in every way he can.’ She gave a small sigh, followed by a soft. I got excited and as my manhood shows some unexpected movement see looked at my face and was blushed and ran away. I thought to go behind her but stayed that she will be back with tea in moments and she came back with tea. I tried to talk with her but she didn’t replied. She finished her job and left. I went to office and came late due to work in office. Next morning she came at scheduled time and I opened the door, now she was my manhood from corner of her eyes, I asked what are you looking. It was then that I heard noises coming from my parents bedroom, which was unusual for my two black friends never went to that part of our house, so I silently crept forward so as not to be heard. There is an adjoining bathroom and bath that services both the guest room and my parents bedroom. The door to their room was closed and I could hear muffled voices so decided to go to the guest room and look through the bathroom door.The bathroom door to my parents room was already slightly ajar and I. I was going to make some breakfast," he continued, "but it looks like my people have resources that you don't. I don't know if I am going to be able to cook using what you have here." Why should you cook?" she asked. "I am the woman. I will cook for you."His look turned stubborn. "I have cooked for myself for the last five years, and I am pretty darned good at it, if I say so myself. And I am not used to someone doing for me what I can do for myself. You are not my mother or my wife, so why.