In the world of The Letters of Shanti and Joseph, Katrina became a shining star, a darling to many of our readers. We are going back deep into our older stories, to these first parts her story, the transition from a shy virgin to an important character appearing in many sexual adventures and stories. It is a long story, covering many sections over a number of volumes. Even today, years later, when she is married and lives in Perth, Australia, Katrina still appears in our blog stories regularly.
Enough from me - Susan. Time to read the story.
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Katrina's Story Ch 1.
Learning About Sarvesh & Amita.
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My name is Katrina; I work for Sarvesh and Amita as the servant girl in their house. Some of you will, of course, be surprised to be getting this letter/story sent from me. Since I am the centre of this adventure, Amita thought it was very good for me to be writing it so she informed me to try it. But I must be the honest person and admitting I am very unknowing to doing a lot of writing, especially the English, please excuse what I am writing for my poor grammar and spelling.
Now to begin my story. My father works for Sarvesh in one of his businesses as the builder. Sarvesh is an important business man within this town, owning of the bank, part of the club/hotel and a large warehouse exporting business to Australia and New Zealand. He is well-known for his white suit with black trimming and he only goes by the name of Sarvesh. There is no 'Mr' or for that matter any other title, only one word 'Sarvesh.' That name makes him standout and be prominent within the business world. Amita, of course, is his lovely wife.
They live in a large white house overlooking the town and river. The house is approached through a massive steel gate complete with gate-house. As you enter within the compound, you are confronted with the impressive façade, a full three-stories tall above the front door. A building completely painted white, with yes, you guessed it, black trimming highlighting windows and doors etc. This house was designed by Sarvesh himself, designed to impress, proclaim the owner as a wealthy, successful man. Extremely important in India, a powerful business tool Sarvesh often used.
When I was seventeen and my schooling was finished, my father got me a job working for Sarvesh as well. (I've been with them nearly three years for now.) They were looking for somebody to help among their household staffs. This job was mainly housework such as cleaning and helping in the kitchen. Being a servant girl is usually not a good job in India, but working for Amita it is different. She is very nice for her staff and they pay good wages too. Since my family home was in another location, another town, this position was a live-in position, where I was sharing a small room with another girl in the servant's quarters. Later when that girl left, I had the room to myself but it was still very small.
Being always at the house, it meant when there were visitors staying at the house, which often was happening, there was the extra work for me helping with the serving for the guests. I was always happy to do this and the extra money was welcome too.
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One day we came to know that there were some guests coming to stay from the country of New Zealand. I am sorry to admitting I was not really knowing where this country was until I was looking onto a map.
Well they arrived. There was one couple where an Indian woman was married to a European man. I later came to know them as Shanti and Mike. (A special Hi to you Mike) They were staying with some friends at another house down into the town.
A few days later two more couples arrived and these were both European couples from New Zealand as well. They stayed at the Big House. This was a big event in the house and many of the staffs were interested in who these people could be. I now know these couples were Steve & Sharon and Peter & Jenny. Steve is an important business partner of Sarvesh, running the New Zealand operations of the business.
When they arrived, it was later into the evening, they were tired from their travelling and so went to bed early. I was not to see them until the next morning when I was helping serving the breakfast. It was interesting because these couples wanted different food and Amita was in the kitchen showing us how to prepare some of their foods. I tried some but it tasted so plain, lacking flavours compared to ours but then, I suppose they were used to that.
They were happy and joking, particularly the men. When I was serving at the table, they were speaking the English, but saying so fast and using words that I was unknowing of. It was hard to understand them but I must be the honest person and admitting, I shouldn't have been listening. They were polite to me, even saying thank you when I placed something in front of them. Us servant girls were not used to guests doing such as that, guests usually just ignored us, too important to acknowledge us, as if we are kept unseen.
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Now to the first event within my story. This can be found in the Letters Books which I will be getting to later. Amita has not allowed me to read this letter yet until after I have made my story, and told my account of what happened, then she says I can read.
One night, Sarvesh and Amita suddenly changed their plans and went out with their quests for their dinner and evening. I heard Amita telling the cook that they would not be having the meal she cooked but to keep it as they would be eating it in the next day, when all the visitors would be visiting the Big House.
They had given all the staffs the holiday for the weekend and even paid for some of us to stay at a comfortable hotel in the town. The instructions were clearly for us to clean up for the evening before we went with the vans into the town.
I had my bag packed and was just to leave in the van with the other staffs when suddenly Sarvesh and the guests arrived back at the house. Three cars had come through the gate. Amita asked if I would mind staying back to help her serve some drinks and some Indian snacks for everyone. She said, later she would call a taxi for me to go into the town to my hotel room.
I was willing to help her so I stayed as the van left. It was a bit amusing to see the faces looking from the van, trying to see what could be going on.
Amita and I were making the various drinks. I was not sure on these as I do not take much alcohol myself so she was showing me. To my surprise Sarvesh was also helping too. I had never seen him working in the kitchen before. In fact, now I think about it, I cannot ever remember even seeing him within the kitchen areas although we often saw Amita there. Once we were ready, we each had a tray to take out. I knew everybody was at the main swimming pool so I went out first. Amita then Sarvesh followed behind me.
As I entered the pool area, I heard the splashing and the laughing so I knew they were doing the swimming. But I was shocking when I looked because everyone there was without their swimming clothes. They were all totally nude swimming in the pool both the men and also the women as well were nude without the clothing too.
What was more of a shock to me was the man I now know is called Mike was standing up high on the diving board and he was completely nude too. When he saw me, he jumped into the water but I had seen him before that. Yes, I had viewed his naked body and even clearly seen that private part too.
Across the other side of the pool, two women and a man were standing. One of the women white and the other of Indian. The man was also of being white too. They also saw me and were with the rush to enter the pool and hide their naked bodies below the water.
