Sanjay watched through his office window as Rati bent to pluck fallen laundry from the garden clothesline. The midday sun turned her thin cotton nightgown translucent as she stretched forward—plump ass cheeks parting slightly, the damp outline of her pussy lips pressing against the fabric. His fingers twitched against the window frame. She’d worn that same gown every morning for a week now, always "accidentally" dropping things when she knew he’d be watching.

The brass bell above the kitchen door jingled as she returned inside. Sanjay adjusted his erection through his pajamas, counting the seconds until her footsteps padded down the hallway. When she paused outside his door, breathing audibly, he nearly yanked her inside right then—but discipline held him still. Let her come to him.