That day, she did her work and left. The whole day, she was in my mind and somehow I got attracted to her. There was something about her.Next day, she... was back and started her work. I was sitting in the hall and watching her moves. Though she had covered herself completely, I could see her curves while she was cleaning the floor. I thought of seducing her somehow. 2/3 days passed by, I would just watch her, not much conversations, only exchanged smiles.One day, I decided to do something that. Then it occured to me that the situation had possibilities. Provided nothing really bad happened, she was most unlikely to make any real complaint, or be easily understood or believed if she did. I smiled at her again and unzipped my trousers. 'Excuse me,' I said, ' just trying to make myself comfortable.' and I smiled again. She smiled as well, and then I saw her eyes open wide as she watched me lift my cock out of my trousers. I continued to look at her, smiling as I masturbated. Her eyes. Some things are really hard to swallow. Grin.I got one side down a bit then she pushed the other nipple into me. She'd already gotten a healthy squirt out of it from her climax but there was still plenty left over needing relief. I sucked it up and sucked.It took several minutes of going back and forth before she was satisfied. She told me, "Now you lay there and take it like a man!"She slipped Little Bob into a soaking hot embrace and rode me down! She started wailing and shrieking in less. " No," I said, when she paused for breath, "it looks like it won't be aseasy to give up being Daisy as I thought." The whole situation was a mass of contradictions. I didn't know whatto think."I couldn't help but smile inwardly. 'Mass of contradictions' was theexact phrase I had used to describe her expression at Transformationswhen she was trying to decide whether to make me go through with thisordeal.She stood up and went to look out of the window into the inky blacknessof rural England in.