The building provides a cleaning service as part of the Maintenance Fees. Our girl is Sandra, a 30 something Columbian national who speaks very little English. Luckily both Evangeline and I both speak fluent Spanish. There is nothing remarkable about Sandra. She isn't curvy, has a flat butt and has a respectable 32C bust. Sandra usually wears jeans and a tee shirt to clean.
We both have a pretty good rapport with her. We've learned that she is a good Catholic, that her husband and children still live in Columbia. She sends money home to help support them. She has not seen her husband in 3 years and has not had relations with anyone in that time. I did find out that she only cleans one apartment a day. It's hard to talk about things of a sexual nature with Sandra due to her shy nature. One day we talked her into staying for dinner and we had served some wine with the meal. She loosened up a bit and we asked her how she deals with the moments when she has personal sexual needs with no man around. Since we speak in Spanish I will translate here:
Sandra blushed, "I do it myself" and held up two fingers, looking down as ashamed. "But I don't do it often."
Evangeline said, "Sandra, are you aware there are things that can help you with that?"
Sandra asked, "What do you mean?"
Evangeline and I look at each other. We couldn't believe in this day and age that a woman never heard of sex toys.
"A vibrator." Evangeline said. Sandra looked at Evangeline like she had two heads. I got up and went upstairs and got a few toys, the egg, a fingertip massager, and a vibrating dildo. I placed them into a travel bag and returned to the living room.
"No no, it's a sin." Sandra was saying as I returned.
"How could it be a sin?" Evangeline asked, "God wants us to be happy, no?"
"Si." Sandra replied.
"This makes you feel good and happy, no?" Evangeline countered.
"Si." responded Sandra.
"God wants you to be happy? So..." Evangeline finished. Sandra shrugged her shoulders. I refreshed our glasses. Evangeline looked through the travel bag and took out the fingertip massager. Sandra looked at it quizzically. Evangeline handed it to her. Sandra took it, finding how to activate it and did so. After a while a light went on and a big smile hit her face, then she blushed.
"Keep it! Take it home." I said.
"No, no I can't." Sandra replied.
"Either take it home and do it in private or do it here with us watching." I said.
Sandra's eyes widened. "Okay I'll take it home." She said.
The next week that Sandra came to clean, I was at work. When I got home Evangeline told me Sandra was quite all day. I asked her if she wanted to stay for dinner.
"Only if you let me cook for you to thank you." She said.
"Sure." I replied. Evangeline had put out three huge Omaha Steaks to defrost that day. After she finished cleaning the house, she broiled the steaks with mashed potatoes and fresh string beans. I again served some wine with the meal, a nice Cabernet Sauvignon.
"This is a very nice thank you." Evangeline said.
"What did we do to deserve this?" I asked.
Sandra blushed again, "For the..." she searched a few seconds for a word. "...finger thing!" Holding up one finger then pointing to her crotch.
"Oh, did you enjoy?" I asked.
"Oh yes, very much. Big...BANG!" She exclaimed.
"Oh really?" Evangeline asked, "Good I'm glad."
"Do you want to tell us about it?" I asked.
Sandra's eyes widened. "No...private." She said.