What the hell am I doing out here? I thought to myself. Brian was sitting at the edge of the tub, dangling his feet in. Heidi was sitting down in the ...hot, swirling water, only her head exposed. She looked at me expectantly, her light brown hair up in a ponytail and a light sheen of sweat beading on her sweet little forehead."Uh, how's the water?" I asked, stumbling for something to say. "I've been having some trouble with the thermostat." Oh, it's great Mr. Johnson! Temperature's perfect!". Murphy's Law struck again, as the kids woke up early and joined us in the bedroom, bubbling with life and making noises and all, and soon we were all engaged in the usual morning routines of a family. After breakfast I kissed everybody goodbye and left for work, slightly saddened at the prospect of waiting 14-15 hours, before I could talk to my lovely Helen without the kids listening in.Well, as it turned out I didn't have to wait that long. At about ten o'clock Helen called me at the. But today after the lift incident I noticed my servant for the first time. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Could it be possible that he too was sporting a huge dirty filthy cock as that haraami who molested me? My servant Raju was about 28 years old I guessed. That made him nearly 10 years younger to me. He was smart and had an athletic body. Oh! What was I thinking? Because of my strong sexual unfulfilled desires I was thinking sexually about my own servant.I immediately removed all such. Finally turning him around to dry the front she was taken into his arms and held as if she might never be with him again, was it over? had she made him angry? No She thought as she remembered their last time in the shower, how she had come and come again reaching peaks of desire one right after the other while he had remained as hard as stone, he had made sure she was limp and then they finished together, again. No this was something different. Reaching out to him she wrapped the towel around.