She laughed at my reply. Then I suddenly noticed that she pulled her saree and petticoat much higher than her knees to sit on the floor of the kitchen...freely. Women sit with their knees up while sitting on the floor generally. Now I was standing on knees before her and was clearly able to see her groin as the sunlight was focused into the kitchen from my backside.It was cleanly shaved, milky white as it was never exposed to light and looked very smooth like silk. While doing work she is slowly. " "No apologies needed," Timothy said. "I am just glad to be working again. Thank you." Timothy and the other man walked out the door that led to the roof. I turned to look at Ginger. "What?" She asked as she caught me staring at her. "You could be nicer to them, after all, they are working for half of most of the others," I said as I sat back down. "That's because most of the people he employs have a criminal record longer than these damn cords," Ginger said pulling on one of the power cords.. “Si.” Maria agreed. “The Detective Inspector said that he is a legacy.” She looked at the men around the table to explain. “My boyfriend is a private citizen; he does not care for fancy parties and nightclubs. However, he understands that my duties often require that I be SEEN living La Dolce Vita. That even if Great-Grandmama and the nation are in a crisis, I must remain the unworried princess so that The People retain some normalcy in their lives and their children still have someone to look. I noticed that in the unscrewing motion, her cheek muscles were twitching. She must have been working her tongue furiously on him as she slowly pulled her face away, and absorbed him inside again. Professor Ryan’s hand gently fondled her cheek, but she remained uninterrupted in her purpose. I looked up at him, he was staring at me with a smile even a cat dipped in nip would be hard fought to reproduce. I stared into blue eyes, and he won something from me. The admission. I wanted what he had. .