All were off doing other things, leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for herself. She had been doing just that too. She had been doing laundry ...hen she accidentally bumped against the washing machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when the doorbell rang. Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine, zipped up and went to the door. Five minutes later she was sort of. " I freely admit that I did not take it well. My blatant jealousy was met with laughing derision. I responded by asking just what services she was providing him. She literally slapped me for my curiousity and angrily threaten to leave me. Our crisis peaked when she demanded to know just when she had ever done anything to make me not trust her. My usual restraint failed me."Not trust you? How about when you spread your legs for that fuck Gerald Sanders? How about then? You cheating cunt!"It. Her husband got transferred to Bangalore just one month after her delivery and she is living alone in her apartment with her kid. She will drop her kid with her parents every day who lives in next street.As it was nearly 1-hour drive from my room to the office, I generally close my eyes and will pretend as if I am sleeping to avoid stupid discussions from my other cab mate. One day it was an ethnic day in office and she came in blue color saree with no back. Only a 1inch small strap kept hold. Then the blue vision was blotted out by a sweep of black, silky hair. It caressed her face. In the middle of it were green, smiling eyes. A cloud of perfume invaded her nose. She tasted the sweetness of lipstick. Her mouth was sealed with a kiss."Hello, sweet little pussy", Angique whispered after her mouth was released again. "I am going to close your eyes."The cool silk of a blindfold sank over her eyes. It left her in utter darkness. Her heart started to race. She gasped with rising panic.