I felt embarrassed watching them in such intimacy, embarrassed even beyond my original mistake in opening the door. And I started wondering if there was a chance of my slipping out unnoticed. Only I couldn't tear myself away, not while the show was still going on and getting better, hotter, as that fuck-hand seemed to grow stronger and penetrate deeper – not hard, just long and slow and sexy. By that time I was craning my neck for improved visibility, hopeful of just one clear and conclusive glimpse of her cunt, a gleam of red maybe, a glistening flash that meant cunt and not just another reflection of the light bulb. It was something I was dying to see, something I had never seen before, a cunt, a real grownup woman-cunt…

"Loi! Don't you knock any more?"

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were home. I thought you went to visit your…"

"Never mind that now. Come in and shut the door. You got yourself an eyeful, huh?" Still panting, she grabbed for her robe and then tossed it aside with a shrug. "Hmph! Maybe you like looking at naked females. How long have you been watching me?"

"I-I don't remember. Not long."

"Shut it tight. Before your father hears us and wakes up. That's better. Now stop fidgeting and come here. I guess you think I'm pretty naughty, hmm?"

"N-naughty?"

"Naughty. I was only having some fun, really. But it's not the kind of fun I'd care to have anyone know about. Especially your father. You wouldn't want to make trouble for me, would you, Missy?"

"Trouble? Golly, no. Of course not."

"Good girl. When grownups are naughty, their punishment can be a lot worse than just a scolding. Or even a spanking. If you told anybody about me – about what you just saw me doing, you know? – I might even lose my job here. You don't want that to happen, do you? Then you'd have another maid to keep house and take care of you, maybe someone like that old prune-face, remember?"