" Thank you. I've decided that art will be my life's work."She turned to me and said, "How old are you, Debra?" I'll be twenty in April," I said."Shel...y told me your cockamamie story, what she referred to as a collection of lies. Like her, I didn't believe your story. After witnessing first hand your architectural design expertise and your astonishing talent as an artist, I'm inclined to accept your story. I can think of no other explanation for a person as young as you with no education or. I only want ta work fer the good guy.Well, that job payed fer my new office. Hester had gone whole hog—the office wuz paneled an' stained like a successful banker or lawyer's office. She had found some real nice furniture soz that I had a fancy desk an' a plush swivel chair. There were four very comfortable chairs an' a small conference table. There wuz even a polished brass spittoon. I wuz really in first class territory!I knew that we needed some way ta reach potential customers, so I decided. With a raging boner and an empty stomach, I wore something and went into the kitchen area of the house that we had booked in the village. When I entered, I saw a fairly young woman making breakfast. She was our cook Sujata.I didn’t notice her before when my wife was around. But now I stared at her butt and navel. She wore a saree and her sweat dripping from her neck which only made me more excited.Then suddenly she turned and saw me and said,“Didi has felt naa? I will serve the breakfast in few. YES!Cass was a quick learner.I don't know how long I was riding, but suddenly an orgasm shot up my spine and through my entire body. I froze over him, pushing my hand into his gut to make him stop thrusting as I shook uncontrollably, then collapsed on top of him. As my body still convulsed slightly and my breathing was labored, I started crying. I'm sure Cass didn't know what to think. After a few moments he quietly asked, "Are you OK?"I regained some composure, looked in his eyes as I stroked.