The food is tasty and plentiful. Twice a week the landlord’s daughter comes in to clean and do my laundry. She is an attractive early-twenties girl ...ho wears the traditional pajama-like clothing which shows little of her shape. It appears that some nice sized breasts are swaying unencumbered under the top, as best as I can tell.After I’d been there a couple of weeks my company contact asked me how my accommodations were. I replied that they were fine. He asked if the housemaid was washing me. Off she went and returned slightly flushed ten minutes later. The waiter helped her slide into her seat again and she leaned over and placed her warm damp panties just next to my drink, I lay my hand in them and could feel the heat from her cunt. I smiled at that and that I knew she had no knickers on now.We ate and talked and drank and talked, I could see how many looks she was getting from other men in the room, and she is a stunning woman. Between courses, I told her to follow me and we went. Doggy-style fucking, highly negotiated kinky power exchange, and a minimum of talking is what does it for me, the opposite of what most people (even other women) imagine women want in bed. At least my rapist was apprehended, tried for the multiple rapes he committed before being caught, and convicted. Lots of survivors never get that.I also don’t really care for BDSM scenes and parties. The ones I’ve been to seem so simplified, unimaginative, and boring. It’s as if most party goers arrived. I was more than satisfied with that – from the early 60s I got a lot of satisfaction watching girls from my window and rubbing into ecstasy. Getting a prolonged view of a girl’s knickers or bulging top at work would induce spontaneous ejaculation into my underpants.It was in the 80s in Soho, on one of my many trips to dirty bookshops that I first saw porn, a magazine cover which I didn’t understand – I couldn’t really see what was going on and didn’t stop to examine it, as it made me feel.