My Mistress is Kazakh. Part 1

So, the story goes like this.

I'm 28 years old, working in a good position at a mid-sized company in the capital.

I'm married and don't deny myself or my loved ones much.

Getting closer to the point)

There was this girl at work, with narrow eyes—a Kazakh. She worked as a cleaner for us. She would come every day for a couple of hours in the morning and a couple of hours in the evening. I often caught myself looking at her, a really cute girl, not tall, size 2 breasts, a firm butt.

The only downside was she didn't know Russian very well.

Every time, I noticed she looked sad, couldn't understand why, but didn't dare ask, because

she would clean my office in the morning and then move on to others, and in the evening the same.

One fine day, I came to work early, and I was in a bad mood, and arrived earlier than usual.

I went to my office, started working, and suddenly she knocks, asking if her cleaning would bother me. Of course, I said no, and that she could take her time and do it calmly.

She came in and started working, and every time she bent over, I just wanted her.

I realized that just wanting her wouldn't change anything; action was needed.

I asked:

— We work at the same company, but we don't even know each other? Maybe you could at least tell me your name?

She smiled sweetly and replied:

— My name is Zara, and yours?

— My name is Dima, and how old are you?

She quietly answered:

— 24.

I was very surprised because I would have guessed she was 18-19, and I was even more surprised why she was in such a job. An idea came to my mind, to invite her somewhere.

And I suggested to her:

— Zara, I apologize, but I have a request for you. I haven't had breakfast, could you keep me company? Even if just for a short while.

With a surprised look, she answered:

— Sorry, I need to keep working.

I replied:

— Consider today your day off, and it's paid, don't worry.

Well, she asked to finish her work first, and then see about the time.

Of course, I started getting ready slowly, and when she finished, I approached her and said:

— Zara, I'll be waiting in the car by the exit.

She:

— Okay, I'll be there soon.

So, she came out, and we went to a restaurant not far from us. She was mostly silent, and I was pulling information out of her. As it turned out, she was married. But her husband doesn't work, drinks, and constantly beats her. That she came to her husband to earn money, and he, seeing she could earn, just settled on her neck.

We sat in the restaurant, and I suggested we go to the movies.

Of course, such a turn of events was surprising for her.

She said she needed to go home, her husband knows her work schedule. I suggested she tell him there was a lot of cleaning, and that she would be paid double.

In the end, we went to the movies, went into some film, sat watching, and suddenly I started touching her hand. She pulled away at first, later I put my hand on hers again, then lightly put my arm around her. She asked:

— Dima, what are you doing?

Me:

— I'm enjoying you, Zara, enjoying the moment that we're together.

She smiled and didn't resist anymore.

And I smoothly started moving towards the area of her pussy. She watched and was surprised, but didn't resist.

I reached into her panties, and there were light little hairs there. I started slowly entering with my fingers and noticed she was all wet there. She was starting to get wet.

I suggested we go to a hotel.

She started saying it wasn't right.

I insisted, took her by the hand, and led her to the car. Got in the car, I said:

— You won't regret it, you'll like it.

She silently looked at me and smiled.

We arrived at the hotel, I rented a room, she followed behind me. As soon as we entered the room, I immediately threw her onto the bed…