Language barrier

One of the workers came downstairs. As he re entered the house. He approached me. I looked up at him. He was short and skinny with brown skin. He was trying to tell me something, but he couldn’t speak English. I knew he was trying to tell me he could see my pussy. But I pretended not to understand.

He then sat beside me a pointing to my pussy. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sorry what is the problem?”

He reached and out this time and gently touched exposed pussy. I shuddered rolled my eyes from his touch.