Was it in the bathroom, or in your seat?”
“Seat,” she said, quietly, as though there were maids outside the door listening. Indian sex I clicked my pen and politely waited. The door opened and Red came back in with my breakfast on a tray. She whimpered and squeezed her legs together, and I squeezed and probed. I didn’t acknowledge her, I just let her hover there over my shoulder as I checked email and read news. She was starting to sweat, though it was very cool. It’s a long skirt, nearly to the ankles, and I had to throw it over her back to expose her backside. I clicked my pen and politely waited. That peace was over, and I was not going to spend the next month with her pestering me.
