Later that night Maria and I made love. It was not raw sex, but something greater. It was almost a joining of souls.As we cuddled in post coital bliss..., I tried to devise a plan for us to be together. I couldn't. We were just too far apart. She was in South America and I was in North America and that's just location. There were also our various business interests to consider in the equation.I could not see a way. We were doomed to spend our lives apart. The next evening as I boarded on a red eye. I tried to plug my ears but with the stupid blousedraped tenuously from its floral-patterned, padded satin hanger hookedover my index finger I could only manage to block one ear.Her piercing screech? How can I describe it? Try this. Imagine thesound of a freight train braking to an emergency stop!"I ... I'm here to ret ... return your Mom's blouse," I repliedtentatively, wondering if my ears would ever stop ringing or how I couldunravel the twisted knots in my stomach.I know I must have. After 2-3 days i was ready for sex with my servant so one day i thought that i will request her for sex. But when i went close to her, i was not able to tell her, even i thought of holding tightly from back. But i could not. The next day it was heavily raining during the evening. I thought that Arti would come all wet to my house. And so i thought of seeing her nude body, so i arranged a video recorder in the bathroom.When Arti came to my house she was fully wet as i thought and she was wearing. He slowly pulled down his pants to reveal his boxers, and more importantly, the bulge inside of them. I felt my bottom half clench as I continued to watch. His face was the reddest face I had ever seen, even including my own. I couldn't help myself from thinking about how cute he was. How it just added to my attraction to him. He tugged slowly as his boxers and then they too came off.I couldn't stop staring. It was a missing part of my fantasy,because I never knew how to imagine it. But the.