All I had to do was move in with my suitcase. The apartment was in the sub-urbs and far from where my office was but than you don’t get such nice ap...artments in Mumbai even at double my salary and I had it for free. The burden of such a place is to keep it tidy and decided to keep a maid to keep it clean and wash my clothes. I requested watchman of my building and next day he sent a lady to my apartment for the purpose. I asked her the usual questions where all she works and where is she from. I finally told her that my poor ass was on fire and I had the bottle shoved in it, trying to keep the burning down. I thought she was smiling when she ordered me to park my car in a very dark corner of a nearer parking lot. I was scared and excited. I had no idea what this sexy bitch had in store for me. She told me to get out of my car and bend over the trunk. Then she lifted my summer dress and whistled as she pulled out the little bottle from my anus. Then, without any warning, she shoved. The only problem was when I caught a wave; the pressure of the water would force my prick back between my legs, and knock it from side to side.We had probably been in the water for an hour, maybe not quite that long, and were all feeling slightly waterlogged. The three girls wandered back to our towels; but I wanted to catch one or two more waves while the conditions were still good. The tide was starting to get closer to high tide, and the surf conditions tended to flatten out then.I caught. My name's Wahata." She proffered her hand across the desk. Ana strode forward and shook it. "You can sit. How can I help you?" I'm ... er ... we'd ... We would like..."Wahata smiled sympathetically, and glanced at a sheet of paper in front of her. "You want to apply for assistance on our Amnesty from Oppression Programme, I gather. What are your reasons? I note that you work for the State Brothel. Is that the reason?" Well, yes. Er ... no. It's for me and my lover. We're both at the Brothel...".