Julie called, explained what we were looking for in a maid and the agency told us they had someone who was available immediately. They told my wife, t...at they’d email her resume along with recommendations and photo. She told the lady at the agency that we’d be in touch in a couple of days after reviewing the information.That evening, we sat down and went over the resume and recommendations. Her name was Fiona Mason and had been with the agency since the age of eighteen. Now, at twenty-one, her. After that I got some idea about it. Then I started to look through the bathroom hole while she is bathing. When I do this my inner mind would tell me that this is wrong. But I just made up my mind to manage it. Then I was waiting for an opportunity. I just took her sexy photos and masturbated. This continued for some months.Finally I got a good circumstance to propose my feeling because that day was my birthday and my mom came to my room to wish me. When she wished me and asked me what do you. The whole thing still seemed much too unreal. "Anyway, aren't you a little old for this?" Do I look too old?" she asked. She stood in front of me, her legs spread, and slowly pulled the bow on her top. It fluttered slowly to the ground. Her figure was flawless. Her breasts were magnificent, like those of a particularly well-endowed eighteen-year-old girl who never found time to study the law of gravity. "I keep in pretty good shape. Jazzercise, yoga, reindeer games. What's a couple of hundred. I couldn’t believe I had done it. I had marked someone, a woman, a teacher, that I barely knew anything about. I mean, I only knew her name because it was on the name tag outside of her class. I skipped the rest of classes that day. I went back to my room and just sat there, wondering and worrying. I tried to remember what I knew about the way marking worked. When did the person show the first signs? What was going to happen next? I paced the floor. I tried to eat but wasn’t hungry. I tried to.