Philippines Trip

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I sat alone at home on Sunday, with nothing to do. The house was empty. Since our previous Filipino maid, Meiling, left
, I was happy to see Anna, the new maid, thinking we could
rekindle only stayed for two days before suddenly developing a high fever. The doctor said it was a contagious infectious disease called monothermia,
and my wife immediately sent her back to the Philippines to recuperate. Anna has been gone for over a month now, and there's still no news
of her return. We haven't hired a new Filipino maid.

I wonder if it was Meiling who made me feel like having an affair with a Filipino maid; I always wish I had a pretty
Filipino maid working at home, so the house would be full of life, and I'd want to go home early after work to avoid those
pointless social engagements.

Sitting in the office today, I couldn't concentrate at all. My good friend Tony noticed and came over
to me, saying, "What's wrong? Are you so listless? Is it because your Filipino maid, Anna, disappeared?"

"You're like a worm on my skin, you know everything."

"Besides money, women are the only thing that bothers men, don't you think?" Tony said, looking like
an expert.

I didn't answer him, just nodded in agreement.

Tony continued, "Besides, you, such a good man, I don't know where your good fortune comes from, meeting
two 're truly blessed."

"It's a pity they all left at once," I sighed.

Tony pondered for a moment, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table and said, "I've got it! Easter is coming soon, how about
a four-day trip to the Philippines?"

Hearing this, I perked up. It was indeed a good idea, the problem was how to explain it to my wife. A rare
holiday should be spent with my wife.

Tony saw me deep in thought, patted me, and asked, "So? What do you think?"

I was still thinking, but my mouth said, "Okay, okay, let's go to the Philippines."

Tony was very happy and said, "I'll arrange the plane tickets and hotel; you just need to bring enough ammunition."

There were still five days until Easter, and I was wondering how to bring it up with my wife. When I got home and saw that she
was already there, I deliberately acted very enthusiastic, hugging her from behind and saying, "Honey, I'm home." Then I
kissed her on the forehead.

My wife saw me, patted the chair next to her, and said, "Come, sit down. I have something to discuss with you."

I felt strange; my wife rarely spoke to me like that. So I asked, "What is it?"

My wife said, "Easter is coming soon, and I haven't visited my mother in a long time. I want to take advantage of the holiday
to go see her. What do you think?"

"Okay, that's right. You haven't been back in a long time either; it would be good for you to visit." Wait a minute, why did I agree
so quickly?

My wife was very happy and said, "You agreed, so will you come with me?" Oh no, how am I supposed
to answer this?

While I was still hesitating, my wife suddenly said something unexpected: "I know
you don't really want to go. How about this, if you have other plans, you don't have to come with me. I know you
don't like going back to the countryside in mainland China."

I hugged my wife sincerely and said, "You're such a good wife, you understand me so well."

My wife pushed me away and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go by myself, but if you don't have any plans, you have to
come with me, okay?" After saying that, she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Okay! No problem!" I didn't even need to look for plans, because I already had one:
a trip to the Philippines.

After dinner, I sat on the sofa watching TV, my eyes fixed on the screen, my mind wandering to Filipino girls—
young, beautiful, sexy, and passionate. It was wonderful; I would be able to meet them soon. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.
Just then, I saw my wife come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, looking very sexy.

My wife seemed to notice me watching her. She smiled at me and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen this before?"
After saying that, she opened the towel, revealing her entire body, completely naked, and then immediately ran back to the room.

I was stunned, my whole body felt like it was about to explode. I yelled, "Wife, I'm here!" and
ran into the room.

I reached the doorway and saw my wife sitting alone on the edge of the bed in a light flesh-colored nightgown, incredibly alluring. I smiled and
went in, and she immediately greeted me with a beaming smile.
I gently kissed her lips, and she nestled into my arms. I picked up her slender body and sat down on the bed. My wife jumped down from my arms
, first taking off her own nightgown, then my clothes. Then she threw her petite, exquisite
body, completely naked, into my embrace.

As I mentioned before, my wife is a beautiful young woman with a sweet
, round face that always wears a smile, a well-proportioned figure, and delicate skin that is pleasing to the eye and makes her especially endearing.
I kissed her cheek and then began to caress her body. Although my wife was petite,
her breasts were quite large, soft, smooth, and elastic in my hands. I
gently teased her bright red nipples with my fingers. My wife

gasped, "What are you doing today? You're making me so itchy. If you keep going, I'll feel
itchy down there too." I

found it strange myself; I was particularly excited and interested today. Suddenly, I remembered that I hadn't looked at my wife
's genitals in a long time, so I immediately examined her private parts closely. There were only sparse black hairs there. I could see two white
labia with a bright red slit between them. I gently parted them with my fingers, and saw that the small opening inside was already oozing
a semi-transparent fluid. I inserted my fingers into her opening, which was warm, soft, and narrow. My wife tightly
squeezed her two tender white legs together. I then gently rubbed the small clitoris between her labia with my fingers.

My wife trembled as she reached out and grasped my already erect penis with her small hand. She said in a trembling voice
, "Husband, hurry up and bring your thing in."

But I wasn't in a hurry. It had been a long time since I'd properly made love with my wife, and today I wanted to
slowly savor her petite, exquisite body, bringing her unparalleled pleasure.

I laid my wife flat on the bed, first holding her delicate white feet in my arms, caressing and playing with them. My wife's little white feet...
Her feet were only about five inches long, with neatly arranged toes like pearls. Her toes were soft and boneless, her heels round and fleshy
. Everything about them was so alluring. I couldn't resist holding my wife's small feet up to my face and giving them a beautiful kiss.

My wife exclaimed, "Ah???" She was surprised because it was the first time I'd done this.

I continued to stroke her legs down to her thighs; her legs were also incredibly delicate and white.
There were no scars or blemishes on her legs. When I touched her private parts, my wife quickly reached out and covered my hand,
gently placing it inside her vagina.

After a while, my wife released my hand, grasped my hard penis, then bent down,
parted her lips, and took my entire penis into her cherry-like mouth to suckle. I felt quite comfortable and excited. This
was the first time she had given me oral sex willingly; usually, I had to keep asking before she would do it. Today was wonderful.
I let her suckle for a while, and to be honest, my wife's oral skills had improved quite a bit. Now it was my turn to
lose my temper my wife to lie on the edge of the bed and raise her legs high. My wife obediently did as I said.

I grabbed my wife's delicate little feet and guided my thick, hard penis straight towards her alluring little
hole . My wife hurriedly caught it with her small hands and guided it to her entrance. I thrust hard, and
my wife couldn't help but cry out as my penis slid into her little hole. My wife's

tight little hole struggled to accommodate my intrusion, but her pretty face was smiling
at me. I thrust for a while, and my wife secreted a lot of fluid to lubricate the friction
between .

My wife also moaned comfortably, as if she were in ecstasy. Her place was so tight, it was like
a little mouth sucking on me. It made me extremely happy, and after a round of thrusting, I finally released inside my wife's body
. We both experienced unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction.

Afterwards, my wife accompanied me to the bath and diligently washed my genitals. We put on our clothes and went back to the room.
On the bed, my wife held me tightly, and we drifted off into a sweet dream.

This morning, I returned to the company and immediately told Tony the good news, asking him to book the plane tickets and hotel.

Tony laughed and said, "Don't be so nervous, everything is arranged. We'll leave on the morning of the 20th with Philippine Airlines, and
return on the morning of the 24th with Cathay Pacific. Any problems?"

I asked curiously, "Why Philippine Airlines for the outbound flight and Cathay Pacific for the return? Different airlines, so complicated!"

Tony smiled and said, "Don't ask too many questions. It's all for your benefit, catering to your preferences."

I still didn't understand, but it didn't matter. The most important thing was that I could leave; nothing else mattered.

Back home, I told my wife that my colleagues were going on a vacation to the Philippines, and I wasn't sure if I should go. If I went,
I wouldn't be able to accompany her back to the mainland to visit her mother, and I was worried. My wife was very happy to hear this; she not only
didn't object but also encouraged me to go.

My wife said, "Anyway, be careful in the Philippines, have fun, but don't get carried away,
and watch your diet."

I hugged my wife and said, "Yes, Madam!" and gave her a kiss. This tactic of feigning weakness
always works well with my wife. I was thinking that I had learned a few Filipino phrases in the past few months, which would come in handy
.

The day before departure, Tony had already given me the plane tickets and hotel booking information, saying we would meet at the airport.

That evening, after dinner, remembering that I would be separated from my wife for a short time the next day, I wanted to serve her well tonight
so that he wouldn't suspect anything.

But I couldn't muster the energy for a moment. Just then, I saw my wife getting ready to go into the bathroom to take a shower, and I had a sudden idea. I immediately
followed her in and asked to shower with her.

My wife was reluctant and said, "No! We're an old married couple."

"Come on???" I persisted, just wanting to shower with her. My wife couldn't

resist my persuasion, so she had to let me stay inside. I could tell that my wife was also a little excited and wanted it too.

After my wife undressed, she crossed her arms and turned her back, deliberately preventing me from seeing her body. But her
back and buttocks alone were beautiful enough, and I immediately became aroused. She undressed herself too, and when she saw my arousal
, she laughed and said, "Why are you so impulsive today?"

I turned on the shower, tested the temperature, and then wet both of us. My
wife looked at my penis as if it were a diamond or jewel. Suddenly, she playfully teased the glans with her right index finger, and
my penis immediately became erect. She giggled and said, "It's especially big today."

Then, she slowly traced a circle around the glans with her fingertip, making it swell and shine without a single
wrinkle. She then placed her palm against the glans, her five fingers cupping my penis, and slowly withdrew. I immediately trembled
all over, and my wife laughed even more happily. She continued her teasing, repeating it several times until a drop or
two of tears squeezed out of the glans before she stopped.

I felt incredibly good. I stroked my wife's hair and said, "Come on, kiss it."

My wife looked at me, then opened her small mouth and kissed the tip of my penis.
A few drops wife's mouth was small,
and it took several attempts to take the entire tip of my penis into her mouth, but it was difficult, so she tried her best to puff out her tongue and lick all over the tip.

I couldn't take it anymore and had to stop, "Okay, stop for a moment, let me help you with the soap." I had her stand up and
walked behind her.

I picked up the soap and rubbed it on her body, first rubbing it under her breasts, then slowly covering her entire breasts. I couldn't
get enough of my wife's full breasts, and with the lubrication of the soap, not only did she feel comfortable, but my hands also felt
satisfied. I then pinched her nipples; those two little red beans, which had already been proudly pointing upwards,
became swollen and hard after being stroked. I held her right breast in my left hand, rubbing my left forearm against her left nipple, while my right hand
moved to her abdomen.

My wife, whether from pleasure or itch, involuntarily squirmed, and my penis rested on her buttocks
, twitching and jiggling with pleasure.

I touched every part of my wife's body, and she washed and cleaned every inch of me with her hands.
When we were both covered in soap suds, I finally couldn't resist and inserted my penis into her. My wife...
She was completely exhausted, her body went limp, and I let my penis thrust into her vagina. Because of my earlier
caresses and touches, she had already aroused herself, and my wife quickly climaxed. She clung tightly to my body,
involuntarily moaning.

I knew my wife was very excited, so I thrust even harder. I thrust a little longer, and finally we both
reached our climaxes. My wife held me for a moment to rest before rinsing off the soap suds and lying down
on the bed.

This morning, I woke up, ready to catch my flight to the Philippines. Seeing my wife sleeping beside me with a sweet smile
, I knew she had been very satisfied last night; we had even made love again when we got back to bed.

Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It was Tony calling. He said his wife had something to do and couldn't go to the Philippines with me
, but he said I could cancel at the last minute because the plane tickets were refundable.

At first, I didn't know whether to go or not, because traveling alone probably wouldn't be very fun, and I wasn't familiar with the Philippines
, so I thought about not going. Then I thought about how if I didn't go, I'd have to go back to my wife's hometown to visit relatives, and the thought terrified me.
Finally, I decided to go to the Philippines alone.

Luckily, Tony had a friend in the Philippines who gave me his phone number and told me to find him
. His name was Peter, and he would take me sightseeing.

I arrived at the airport on time, checked in, and felt a little hungry, so I found a restaurant for breakfast.
When I finished breakfast and heard it was time to board, most people had already boarded, so I hurried to get on the plane. Once on board,
something seemed off. Most of the passengers were Filipinos, mostly women, who looked like
domestic helpers working in Hong Kong. The other group was Chinese, but they didn't seem like Hong Kongers; they all spoke Hokkien, so they
were probably overseas Chinese. There weren't many Hong Kongers; I was one of them.

I looked around for my seat, 28a, and found it soon enough. Strangely, a girl sat in my
seat. She seemed to be Filipino; she was pretty, young, with an oval face, long hair, and very
charming—a bit like my former domestic helper, Ana.

"Miss, it seems you've taken my seat," I said politely in English.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir, my seat is 28B, but I've never tried enjoying the scenery from a plane before.
Could we switch seats so I can have the window seat?" she asked with a smile and a slightly pleading tone. Of course, I
wouldn't refuse her request.

"No problem!" I said, and sat down next to her.

"Thank you!" the girl replied happily.

I nodded and smiled at her, then carefully observed the girl next to me. She was quite pretty, with long
eyelashes, large, bright eyes, smooth cheeks, and alluring lips, radiating
youthful energy. She was a beauty. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her figure; she was wearing a loose t-shirt
and jeans, which covered her body.

Soon the plane took off. I probably had a lot of fun with my wife last night and got up early this morning,
so I felt tired and closed my eyes to rest. Before long, I fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed before she woke me from my sweet dream.

"Excuse me, sir, would you please sit down comfortably?" she gently nudged my arm.

I opened my sleepy eyes and realized that my head was resting on the shoulder of the girl next to me, who was looking at me with big eyes
and a smile on her face.

I said to her shyly, "Sorry!"

"It's alright, you can rest your head on my shoulder for a bit." The girl's words shocked me, and
I didn't know how to reply for a moment.

She continued, "I didn't want to wake you, but the flight attendant brought out snacks, so I woke you up."
This girl was so cute; I was sleeping on her shoulder, and she wasn't angry at all, but rather embarrassed to have woken me up. How
interesting; perhaps this is the natural warmth of Filipinos.

After having some snacks, I checked the time. We'd be in Manila in half an hour. Not knowing what to do, I
saw the girl close her eyes. Remembering what she'd said earlier, I tentatively said, "Let me lend you my shoulder to sleep
on."

"Really!" The girl looked at me with disbelief. "Won't you feel bad?"

"It's okay, I just used your shoulder."

"Okay, thank you!" She actually rested her head on my shoulder.

After a while, I gazed at her sleeping soundly, mesmerized. Then, the girl gently stuck out her little tongue and moistened
her lips, the tip of her tongue gliding across her lips—ambiguous and alluring. I suddenly felt a surge of desire, wanting to kiss her lips,
but then I thought about what would happen if she woke up and didn't like it, and started yelling. So I suppressed the impulse.

The plane finally arrived at Manila airport. I woke her up, and we stepped off the plane together. After going through immigration and collecting
our luggage, I only had carry-on bags, so I didn't have to wait for them and could go first.

"Miss, I'll be going now. Goodbye," I said goodbye.

"Bye!" she smiled and waved.

I took a few steps, then stopped, thinking, wouldn't it be a shame to just leave such a young and beautiful girl like this?

I turned back and saw she was still looking at me, so I went over to her and asked, "How do I get to the Century Hotel? Is it
far ? Is it dangerous to take a taxi?" I asked her a few questions at once.

She thought for a moment and asked, "Is this your first time in the Philippines?" I nodded.

She asked again, "Alone?" I nodded.

"No one's picking you up?" I nodded.

She paused for a moment and said, "How about this, wait for me a bit, I'll take a taxi with you. I'm
taking a taxi alone anyway, and it's on my way, but there's a condition."

"What condition?" "

Of course, you'll pay for the taxi." She said it a little mischievously, which was quite cute.

"That's only fair." I was happy to do so.

I waited for her to collect her luggage, then we went through customs together and took a taxi. She asked the driver to take me to the hotel first before
going home . In the car, she asked me why I came to the Philippines for Easter. Apparently, the Philippines is a Catholic country, and Easter
is a big holiday. Everyone respects God very much, so drinking alcohol is prohibited on these two days (Thursday and Friday), and all
entertainment venues , nightclubs, and casinos are closed for two days. After hearing this, I secretly cursed Tony for not telling me. Maybe...
He knew, which is why he didn't come.

I told her I was having a terrible time, not knowing how I'd get through the next couple of days, and that I'd probably have to sleep in the hotel for the entire two days. She laughed and
said she'd just gotten back and had nothing to do, but could help me. She gave me her phone number and said I could call
her when I had time. Her name was Annie.

I was initially very angry with Tony, feeling like I'd been betrayed, but there was one thing that made me forgive him:
he was the one who arranged for me to fly Philippine Airlines, which allowed me to meet this youthful, lively, and lovely girl, Annie.

After arriving at the hotel, I said goodbye to Annie and watched her taxi drive away, wondering if I'd ever see her again
. I felt a pang of reluctance.

After completing all the check-in procedures, I lay down on the bed in my room to rest. It was a five-star hotel,
with a high standard of environment and facilities. Remembering the phone number Tony had given me, I immediately called Peter; perhaps he had made special arrangements.

I found Peter on the phone and told him I had arrived in Manila, asking if we could meet up.

"Sorry, I'm going swimming in Batangas with my family for the next couple of days.
I'll be back Saturday morning, and I'll come find you in the afternoon." Peter's answer disappointed me greatly.

"Okay! Goodbye." I thought to myself that I must cut Tony to pieces when I get back.

After lunch, I rested in my room for a while. I was so tired last night that I fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, it was already
past 3 pm. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know the area or where to go. I remembered Annie
's phone number and decided to try calling her since I had nothing else to do.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Annie's voice came through the phone, and I perked up.

I told her that I had slept in the hotel for half the day and felt bored, so I wanted to go out for a walk. I asked if she had time to be my
guide and take me out for a trip.

"Sure, I'm free
. How about we meet in the hotel lobby at 4:30 pm? But you have to treat me to dinner." I didn't expect Annie to be so agreeable.

"No problem, but I'm afraid you won't do me the honor."

"Okay, see you then."

I hung up the phone and checked the time. There was still an hour left. I could take a shower and change my clothes. I felt
a little nervous. It had been a long time since I'd gone on a date alone with a girl, and I felt a bit like the excitement I had when I met Anna last time.

I waited in the hotel lobby at 4:30 sharp, but the minutes ticked by, and I still hadn't seen
Annie . I started to feel uneasy. What if she stood me up? There were only five minutes left until 5:00.

Just then, a short-haired girl stood before me, pretty and lively. She had big, bright eyes, smooth, delicate
cheeks, and alluring lips. It was Annie! She had one hand on her hip,
wore tight jeans, and a V-neck tight t-shirt, and a smile on her face.

"Sorry I'm late," she said somewhat apologetically.

"It's alright, I've only been waiting a little while." I carefully observed Annie. She had changed into a t-
shirt, and she looked very slender with a great figure. I couldn't help but stare at her chest, estimating
the size of her breasts. Annie's most alluring feature was her lips. What if she could give me oral sex...?

"Come on, let's go, I'll take you somewhere." She said, taking my hand and pulling me up.

I felt her soft little hand slip into my palm, and she gently shook my hand. The contact made
my penis twitch nervously.

I watched her walk, her pert buttocks swaying back and forth; her waist was slender, but her buttocks
were full. I fantasized about standing behind her, my penis inside her wet vagina. Wow, how
wonderful that would be!

"Where are you taking me?"

"Come on, I won't sell you."

She first took me shopping. Not far from the hotel, there was a large department store, comparable to Taikoo Shing. We
wandered around inside. It was probably near a tourist area, so there were many foreigners, and the things sold were quite high-end.

"So pretty!" We stopped in front of a jewelry store window. Annie seemed
excited to see something. She bent down to get a closer look at the jewelry.

From here, I could clearly see the deep cleavage through Annie's open collar; perhaps her bra was
too small! The white bra couldn't conceal her fair breasts, the upper half of them exposed. I leaned closer,
admiring the pair of tender white breasts exposed before me, the fragrant scent of a young girl. "Why not take a look now?
I'll regret it later!" I stretched my neck further and further, my nose almost disappearing into Annie's collar.

It was a bracelet, not gold, just a trendy style, priced at 500 Philippine pesos, only 100 Hong Kong dollars.

"Annie, do you like it? I'll give it to you."

"Are you sorry?"

"It's alright, consider it a small gift from me." I went into the shop, bought it, and gave it to her.
She immediately put it on, clearly very happy.

After walking for a while, she said she would take me to Manila Bay to watch the sunset, so we took a taxi. By the time we arrived at Manila Bay, the sun
had already set, and the sky was turning dark.

Like Tsim Sha Tsui in Hong Kong, Manila Bay has a long promenade. The sea breeze is refreshing,
and having a beautiful woman with me makes it even more delightful. However, the night view here can't compare to Hong Kong.

Annie, feeling a little lightheaded from the sea breeze, found the situation very romantic, something every girl dreams of.
She couldn't help but treat me like her lover, holding my arm tightly and resting her head on my shoulder.

We stopped, facing the sea.

"Annie, I'm so lucky to have met you today."

"Really, I wish you were my boyfriend. I hate my boyfriend."

"Why?"

"Don't ask, I don't want to ruin the atmosphere." She still nestled close to me.

Although she didn't say it, I guessed it was because her boyfriend had fallen for someone else while she was working in Hong Kong.
This is usually when girls are most emotionally vulnerable. Should I take advantage of her vulnerability? After thinking for a while, I decided to test the waters.

"Lovely Annie, can I have a kiss?"

She stared at me, and everything seemed to freeze. Just as I sensed something was wrong, she suddenly smiled and said, "No
way! One kiss is enough for countless others."

Seeing that Annie wasn't angry and was even cracking jokes, I grew bolder and
reached out to embrace her. She weakly resisted a couple of times, then stopped moving. I kissed her sensual lips
. She turned her face away, trying to stop me, but I persisted. Finally, unable to withstand my repeated kisses, she
opened her mouth.

I sucked on her sweet tongue, passionately kissing her smooth lips. After countless kisses, Annie automatically returned
my kiss. This silent, passionate kiss, combined with my caresses, left her completely limp
, utterly exhausted.

We stood in Manila Bay, passionately kissing—it was so romantic, a moment I'll never forget.

We kissed for a long time before reluctantly parting. Feeling a bit hungry, we went back to the hotel restaurant for a buffet,
where she finally told me her story.

Anne is twenty years old and was born in General
Santosc City in the southern Philippines. Her family is poor; she is the second of six siblings. She
has an older sister who is married and works in Hong Kong. Her parents dote on her younger brothers.

Six months ago, she met her current boyfriend, and their relationship is progressing well. However, her parents object because
the boyfriend is poor, so they can only meet secretly.

Four months ago, her older sister wrote to her saying she wanted to introduce her to a job in Hong Kong as
a maid . She didn't want to leave her hometown for her boyfriend, but her parents insisted, and she couldn't refuse. So
she went to Hong Kong to work as a maid, even giving her precious virginity to her boyfriend before leaving. She is determined to
work hard in Hong Kong, earn money, and marry him.

After two months of processing the paperwork, she was finally able to depart for Hong Kong. She left the Philippines two days before Valentine's Day
. Her older sister picked her up at the airport and introduced her to her new employer's driver, saying that she would be taken to meet the employer
before parted ways. Annie said she was very scared at the time, but didn't know what to say, so she had no choice but to go home with the driver.

"Why did you only work for two months before coming back? Was it a vacation?" I interrupted her and asked.

"Of course not. Are you interested in hearing my story?"

"Okay, go ahead."

Annie said the car drove for a long time before arriving at the parking lot of a building. The driver helped her carry her luggage up. It was her
first time riding an elevator up such a tall building, and she was a little scared. This was also her first time working away from home, and she was very nervous
.

The elevator stopped on the 18th floor. The employer lived in Block C. The driver rang the bell, and a woman in her forties opened the door.
The driver immediately introduced Annie as their new Filipino maid. The employer nodded and said okay. The driver didn't go into the house
but dropped her off and left.

Annie walked into the house. Ah! A very beautiful hall. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the night view of Hong Kong. It was so beautiful
. Anne later learned that their home was in the Mid-Levels.

The landlady spoke to Anne in English, "This is where you'll work; just keep it clean."

The landlady seemed very friendly. She led Anne to the servants' room, where Anne saw that it had everything—a television,
an air conditioner—and she had never lived in such a beautiful room in her life.

"Get some rest tonight; you'll start work tomorrow," the landlady said before leaving.

Anne was overjoyed, feeling very lucky to be working in a wealthy family's home. The house was spotless
and beautiful, with advanced amenities, and the work wouldn't be too hard. Plus, the landlady was lovely, beautiful, generous, and
kind.

The next day, Anne woke up very early. From the window, she could see the Hong Kong sunrise—it was breathtaking. Today was
a new beginning for her, and she hoped her life would be as beautiful as the scenery of Hong Kong.

The landlady got up around seven o'clock and gave Anne a set of clothes.

"Put this on, it's your work uniform."

Annie returned to her room, preparing to take off her clothes and put it on. She was shocked when she saw it—it was so short! But
she had no choice but to try it on. The uniform was a one-piece dress with a V-neck, but the bust area was very low and
tight, squeezing almost half of her breasts out. If she leaned forward even slightly, her nipples would
be visible. Luckily, she was wearing a bra to prevent any wardrobe malfunction. The skirt was also extremely short; trying not to show her underwear was simply a pipe
dream. Annie rarely wore short skirts in the Philippines; even the shortest she wore only reached her knees. How could she possibly wear
a skirt like this that barely covered her ample buttocks!

Looking in the mirror, Annie realized how sexy she looked and blushed slightly. She hoped to ask her mistress if
she could change into a larger size.

Stepping out of the room, the landlady saw her and said, "This is what the maid used to wear. It looks a little small,
but it looks good on you. Is it alright?"

Could Annie say no? She had no choice but to work in this sexy uniform.

In the mornings, she did some simple cleaning tasks, such as sweeping, wiping tables, and cleaning toilets. The landlady
prepared breakfast herself; it was very simple, but quite substantial for Annie: eggs, sausage, and fresh orange juice. The landlady also left
some for her.

Around 8:40, the landlady was dressed and ready to leave, presumably for work. Before leaving, she told the
master to remember to call him for breakfast.

A short while later, while Annie was wiping the floor, she felt a burning gaze fixed on her from behind, staring at
her crotch. This gaze seemed to penetrate her short skirt and follow her underwear. It seemed he was brazenly
peeking under Annie's skirt.

Annie immediately turned around and saw a man standing behind her; he must be the master.

Anne introduced herself, "Good morning, I'm the new maid, my name is Anne."

The master of ceremonies stared intently at her chest for a long time before finally saying, "Good, not bad. The most important thing working here
is to be obedient, understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Anne's master of ceremonies looked to be under fifty, quite handsome, and tall and imposing. Anne had
a good first impression of him, except that his eyes were a bit lecherous, constantly staring at her chest.

After breakfast, the master of ceremonies changed and went to work. It was already 10:30, and Anne figured he was probably
the boss, so she didn't have to go to work so early.

Annie was left alone at home, and she was happy. This job was so easy and comfortable; she
could even take a nap in the afternoon.

Two weeks passed like this. During those two weeks,
she rarely saw her two masters except in the mornings, probably because Annie went to bed early and they hadn't returned yet. Strangely, on several occasions when she saw them
, the master would return first, usually ordering some wine and waiting for the mistress
. However, Annie often didn't see the mistress return until the morning, meaning she came home very late.

One morning, the mistress went to work as usual. After the master got up, Annie prepared
breakfast for him and asked curiously, "What time did the mistress come home last night?"

The master looked at Annie with a strange expression.

Annie knew she shouldn't have asked such a question; she was sure she would be scolded. But she heard the master say, "A little after two
o'clock. Is there anything else?"

Annie didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly went to work in the kitchen. After a while, the master also went out.

She sensed that the master had been very unhappy and sullen these past few days, but she didn't know how to help him.

The next afternoon, the man of the house returned home very early. He immediately looked for Annie, who was still napping.
Hearing him call her, she came out of her room right away.

He said, "I'm thinking of going swimming at the club downstairs. I'd like you to come with me."

Annie, of course, couldn't refuse and said, "Yes."

The man then asked, "Can you swim?"

Annie replied, somewhat surprised, "A little, but I thought it was just to go down with you."

The man laughed and said, "What else would I ask you to do if not swim? Do you want me to scrub your back?"

Annie felt a little embarrassed and could only deny it, saying, "But I don't have a swimsuit."

The man took a bag from the sofa and gave it to Annie, saying, "Don't worry, I've prepared one for you. Why don't you
go into the room and try it on?"

Annie couldn't deny it and had to go into the room and put on the swimsuit. She opened the bag, took out the swimsuit, and immediately exclaimed
, "Oh my god!" It was a white one-piece swimsuit. The swimsuit featured only a thin
shoulder strap , leaving the back completely open from the waist up. Simply put, it was like
a piece of fabric hanging in front with two shoulder straps, and the back was bare. If one wasn't careful, their breasts could easily pop out from the sides.

Annie felt the swimsuit was a bit revealing, but it looked quite good on her because of her well-proportioned figure,
which the swimsuit accentuated perfectly.

Annie walked out of the room proudly. The male homeowner saw her and his eyes lit up. He said, "Very beautiful."
His eyes remained fixed on Annie's body.

The two went to the building's clubhouse swimming pool. Because it was an upscale residential area, there weren't many people swimming there
, and since it wasn't a holiday, it was empty. Annie thought she could swim freely and comfortably
.

At first, they each swam on one side. After fifteen minutes, Annie said she was a little tired and wanted to
lie down on a beach chair. She went over and lay down on one of the chairs, closing her eyes to rest. Just then, the man
came upstairs, walked up to me, looked at me for a while, and said, "Annie, you're very sexy."

Annie heard him speak, opened her eyes, and saw him staring at her chest.

He nodded at her body, then smiled and said, "Annie, look for yourself."

Annie then noticed that her swimsuit seemed to have become slightly transparent; she could vaguely see her nipples. To confirm
she wasn't mistaken, Annie quickly went into the changing room for a closer look.

Good heavens! She really wasn't mistaken; it was even more obvious up close. Her swimsuit was subtly revealing her flesh-colored breasts,
and the shape and color of her entire chest were clearly visible. As for her nipples, needless to say, it was practically as if her entire breasts
were on full display. Thankfully, her lower body wasn't completely transparent, but it was still quite obvious; the entire thong
underneath was visible.

Annie was at a loss, but the innate optimism of Filipinos helped her solve the problem. Annie thought it
wasn't a big deal. It wasn't like she was showing him her naked body; she'd only vaguely
seen him. Besides, there was no one else in the pool except the man. And since he'd been in a bad mood lately, it was rare for him to be having so much fun today, so she
should be fine with it and be open-minded .

After figuring this out, Annie confidently walked out of the changing room, even twirling around in front of the man, saying, "No
problem, don't worry, be happy!" meaning it was okay
, the most important thing was to be happy.

The man was genuinely happy, clapping his hands and saying, "Good girl!" Then he pulled her into the water.

Now it was different from before; they were swimming together. Their bodies sometimes touched, and later
they even wrestled in the water. The man took the opportunity to grab Annie and pull her back. In the water, Annie noticed that the man had
pressed his erection tightly against her buttocks. While whispering sweet nothings to her, his hands moved upwards. Just
as his hands were about to touch her breasts, Annie stopped him. He didn't force her and immediately let go.

Annie thought the man was very gentlemanly, which increased her liking for him. They swam for over an
hour before finishing.

The next evening, the man returned home alone again and lay on the sofa drinking alone. Annie felt
sorry for him and went over to offer some comfort.

The man was also about 30% drunk. He said to Annie, "You don't need to comfort me. If you want to help me,
can you do something for me?"

Annie asked, puzzled, "What do you want me to do?"

Annie knew that the man's eyes hadn't left her body. She stood proudly beside him, her plump
buttocks making the back of her skirt bulge roundly. Her full breasts, pulled by gravity,
had all the fat pushed up to the top of her bra. Through the V-neck slit, one could glimpse the two mounds of flesh almost
falling out of the fabric, making the deep cleavage even more concave and mysteriously alluring
.

The man told her to sit down before saying, "My wife and I have some problems lately. We haven't made love in a long time.
I hope you can help me release some tension."

Annie immediately shook her head and said, "No, you can't."

"I don't want to have sex with you, I just want you to help me relieve myself with your hand." She took a sip of her drink,

then sighed and said, "Forget it, I know you can't help me. Go to sleep."

Hearing this, I jumped up and said, "That's a clever trick! You must have agreed."

Annie looked at me and nodded, saying, "To be honest, I do have a bit of a crush on the man. I saw how pitiful he was
, and I thought it wouldn't be a problem to just use my hand, so I agreed."

Annie thought they would do it on the sofa, but the man suggested going to the toilet, saying it would be more convenient to flush.

They went to the toilet, and Annie looked down at the man, unsure what to do. He told Annie to sit on the toilet bowl and
said, "Annie, take off your top, so you won't get it dirty."

Annie thought it wouldn't matter if she took off her clothes; he had already seen her in her bikini when she went swimming. So she
took off her top, leaving only her white bra on.

The woman looked especially beautiful when she undressed, and the man was getting more and more excited, his penis painfully erect!
He walked up to Annie and took her hand, placing it on his inner thigh.

The moment her hand touched his penis inside his pants, Annie seemed to feel it throbbing. She was so nervous she almost
forgot to breathe; her hand trembled, further stimulating and amplifying the man's pleasure.

"Is this your first time touching a man's thing?" the man asked smugly.

"Um..." Annie shook her head, her face flushed, staring at the man and replying softly.

"So, have you ever seen a man's penis?"

"Yes...in..." She couldn't answer immediately. Although she had made love with her boyfriend twice, she had never
clearly seen a man's penis.

"Okay! Come on...I'll show you, see how cute that thing is!"

The man made Annie sit down, then stood in front of her, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis.

"Wow! This...this is so big!" Seeing the man's penis already aroused, Annie exclaimed.

"Look! This is... your big dick! See how excited and swollen it is when I see you taking off your clothes
. If I can't resist, I'll have to use it to rape you!" "I don't want to..." Annie was
shocked.

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