"I'm going to take my shirt off now," I said and quickly did."Do you want me to take my shirt off too?" she asked."Let's kiss a little more," I said, ...rying to show I was unhurried. I was definitely excited and would love to speed things up but I knew I had to take it slow. "I only want you to do things when you are ready."As I resumed our kisses, I placed her hands on my bare chest."I like the feel of your touch," I said shortly.She smiled. I felt she was more at ease but I wasn't certain."Are. My hair was ruffled, face flushed, traces of sweat on my glistening forehead, hardened nipples clearly visible through the fabric of my top. I looked a mess. I sat down on the loo, giggling as I noticed the unmistakable odour of arousal filling the air. Gently I began to pee, pussy tingling as it gushed from me. I waited a few moments and dried myself, trying to regain some sort of composure. At that moment I realised it was pointless to wash, I was too turned on, thinking about talking to the. Till that day, I hadn’t seen the domestic help in my house (let alone speak to her). I was thinking about offering her money in exchange for sex. Then she asked:Suman: Saab, I can sit with you for 5000.Debu: Let me see if I have cash in the house.Suman: No problem, just give it to me tomorrow.I looked at her body. She was a bit shorter and fairer than my wife (34-26-36 and 5’5”) but otherwise petite like Priya. The loose end of her saree was tucked in the side, offering a clear view of her. It was high-pitched, girlish, and very high. I turned and looked in the mirror, and it was a woman. Her man starting to make love to her. Slowly, intently, smoothly. I began to giggle at the sight. Her pert breasts jiggling with each thrust of his love muscle. It was like watching a movie. A movie that I was staring in. I felt each movement and yet watched it intently in the mirror.I watched as his left hand ran from my hip along my side and began to caress the girl’s breast, MY breast. I knew.