Last week, my parents went out for the whole day, leaving me alone in the house. Two of the maids were given a leave except Shikha. She had to come in... and do her chores, which was cleaning the house and washing the dishes. When she came, I already had a hard on watching porn.I opened the door like usual and there she was, my object of lust. She stood at the doorway looking at me while I saw her eyes darting down for a few seconds and back to meet my eyes. Without thinking about anything, I. ”“You knew Dad?” I asked, surprised that he’d mentioned it.“I was still working patrol when he was shot,” he confirmed. “I reported to the scene when we lost him. He was a good cop. The least we can do is take care of his son.”“We all appreciate it,” I told him and shook his hand. “I don’t think that Dennis is done chasing this. We’re foreclosing on his big land deal.”He made note of that and then gave me his card.Luther waited for him, the doctor and the nurse to leave before he spoke. Through the material of the gown, I could see the black straps of her bra. I imagined it would be as equally revealing as the one she wore the Friday we met.I said hello as I bent over and kissed her neck. She stood up to hug and kiss my lips. The bra was every bit as I expected, if not more. This was a partial cup thing that sat under her breasts exposing the entire top halves. Both nipples were nearly fully exposed- only the bottom of them was touching the fabric of her bra.I opened her. I smile to her.She smiles back and walks right over. What could she want with me? I'm certainly in no position to give her fashion advice. Does she work here? "Pardonnez-moi. Vous êtes si belle. Mon cœur chante avec désir. Aimez-vous les femmes?"Uhm ... Yeah. Sounds to me like it may be French. I really wish I understood what she is saying. I'm starting to think that she doesn't work here. I nod and smile sweetly. "I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you." "Mon nom est Janelle. Je suis très.