"Lock the door behind you miss Jones," Mr Simmons asked. So I did and took a seat in front of his desk. "What did you need me for?" I asked. Mr Simmon... smiled while turning his computer screen towards me. There on the screen was cctv footage of my office and there was me having an orgasym with the fan five minutes ago. "Oh. No Mr Simmons, I can explain," I jumped. Mr Simmons smiled. "No need to Clara. You are a very attractive woman," he said while walking around to me. He placed his manly. ”“It’ll work if you make it work.”After a silent moment, I said, “Shall we talk this through? I want to help you figure things out.”“Is this just a way to get me to have sex and feel good about it?”“No. And if you think that, I’m wasting my time and should just head back to the house now.”“No, don’t do that. Please. I’m sorry.”“OK then, are you ready to talk?”She looked at me meekly and nodded.“Complete honesty on both our parts?” I asked.She nodded again and said, “OK.”“Michelle, are you. "Not....nothing. I didn't say anything," he replied sullenly."Well we are going to have a talk when I get you home. If you thinkthat you are going to be able to do anything you want while your motheris away you can get those ideas out of your head right now," she barkedat him."Like I am going to put up with any of your shit!" he thought.When they got back to the house Peter threw his book bag down on thefloor and headed for the refrigerator. He stopped in his tracks when heheard her bellow,. This incident occurred exactly 6 months back. I still remember exactly as it happened, I was late for work in morning so I was in hurry and was about to lock my apartment, when a woman dressed in sari (torn at corners with old look.I guessed she was maid by her looks not more than 35….). I looked at her as she asked me if I need someone to do house work like cleaning the house, washing my clothes and even cooking if I am ok with that. I told her about by urgency at that time and asked her if.