"Hi Buck. Sorry I haven't gotten to talk you tonight but between dinner and my boring husband, who never knows when to shut up its been hard" she said... I just nodded yes and then she said "My name Violet. How long have you been working at the restaurant?" I said "A couple of years, I just got off nights and really like working during the day. Your husband is very nice guy to work for." She smiled and said, "He can be a real ass sometimes with employees but we are expecting are first so I hope. From the back she was looking absolutley gorgeous. Her lovely long black hair was glistening with oil. It cascaded down her back. It looked beatuful with some silver strands in between. The entire eoom was filled with the aroma of coconut oil.I then asked her “Miss you have beautiful hair. I have never seen someone with hair like yours. Mr Banerjee must be loving it to oil your hair”She immediately replied “Arun you like my hair. That is so sweet. You know I oil my hair 3 times a week. But Mr.. Again her muscles tensed, but this time it were only those intimate muscles. Again she wondered what would happen. But there was no fear. The gentleness of the touch had extinguished the fear, at least for now. Then the finger moved up her slit again, pressing softly down on her clitoris. The realization that the intrusion of her body about to get complete mixed itself with a longing for pleasure. A longing to feel like a woman once more. A real woman, not the peasant woman that worked the. Our guests would be arriving next Monday, a little before 7:00 pm.I wanted to help my girls. (Whoa Mike, don’t go there.) Take two: I wanted to help my ladies adjust but I have no experience being filthy rich.That evening I suggested soaking in the hot tub. They each grabbed four 500ml water bottles putting them on a table next to the hot tub. They both looked like they were trying to get orgasms from the bubble jets. I came up behind Beth, played with her boobs, and presented an almost stiff.