As soon as she entered bathroom to wash utensil I followed her and she was laughing and asked me that what I am doing. I told her that I am observing ...her work and gave her 100 rs stating that I liked her work. Now the real story begins she cam to my room for cleaning and I followed her and hold her from her stomach and she was shocked and ran down.I went down and planted kiss on her bare back and she was not willing to give any response. Then I pressed her boobs and she was enjoying but she. I kneeled to the woman and said, "I'm much obliged, Ma'am. That bastard might have killed me if you had not had your wits about you."Our heads were now about the same relative height, so we meshed perfectly when she embraced me and pressed her head onto my shoulder. She started to cry and try to talk at the same time. "That last Indian was the one who led the torture of my husband, and who was the first one to rape me. He hurt my husband and he hurt me. I wish I could have hurt him some to get. Actually, she was a courtesan,’ I said. Jeri looked confused at the term. I preferred it to ‘prostitute’. ‘Courtesan’ invoked an air of class and nobility. ‘Prostitute’ sounded demeaning. ‘A working girl, Jeri,’ I explained. ‘A legal one. Nevada. Years ago. She called herself Fyre — with a ‘y’. I never learned her real name.’ ‘Oh,’ she said nodding. Fyre was a nice lady who loved pleasuring men and women alike and found she could make a good living at it. I wondered where she was. ‘Sorry to. Mmm she replied as she grabbed it and started rubbing it outside my shorts. she then said to me, do you like looking at your sister in her underwear. speechless I said only of course, so she said really, and walked away to her room looking back at me smilng.I didn't know what to expect, I was rock hard and she just left me sitting there. then outta knowwhere a few minest later she appeared at my door in the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. she asked me do I like it, and I said no I love it..