Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... and traditions. Even if these same traditions discriminated against them. Right now, my older maid was seated on the floor of my mother's study out of respect for my mother's higher social stature, even as my mother remained seated on her chair. Just because she was themalkin - the boss.

Class structure personified.

"Rashida," My mother began. "I have been meaning to talk to you about ... about Tarek ... for a long while. I think the time has finally come."

As I heard my mother speak, I found my interest piqued. What did she mean "the has finally come".

"Ji aggey,memsaab." Rashida said, which basically meant 'yes, memsaab'.

I could see that my voluptuous maid was a bit puzzled too. What could my mother want to talk about with her?

"Do you remember, Rashida, when Tarek was in his final year in high school, his marks were not that good?" My mother was saying. "And how I often told you how worried I was!"

"Yes,memsaab, I remember."

"He was getting in trouble in every class, but it was his English teacher, I think ... who complained about him. All the time." My mother recollected. "Not only was he mixing with the wrong group, but passing lewd comments at the girls, and even that teacher."

"Yes,memsaab." Rashida nodded. "It was ... Ms. Geeta Patel, I believe."

Oh no! The rather infamous Ms. Geeta Patel, I thought. The one who ... started all of this. Well, you have to go to the first chapter of my story to know what I mean.

"Yes, yes." My mother ...

... concurred. "Fancy, you, Rashida, are remembering the name after all these years."

"It was a rather surprising incident." Rashida recalled. "I remember you telling me in detail about it,memsaab."

"I could always share everything with you, Rashida." My mother looked at our maid fondly. "You were always an older sister to me, and not my maid."

And yet Rashida WAS the maid, and she WAS sitting on the floor, despite my mother's nice words.

"I am just happy to be of service,memsaab." Rashida replied demurely. "You andsahib andbaba have always been kind to me. And my family."

"Yes, yes. You are like family, Rashida." My mother said. "Rashida, do you remember a particular complaint by ... by ... Ms. Geeta Patel? Quite scandalous too, it was."

Rashida took a deep breath and nodded.

"Baba had drawn a picture of her in a school notebook. Not very flattering ... but rather ... um ... vulgar." Rashida recollected. "It ... showed ... Ms. Patel as a ... prostitute ... and doing sexual acts. But it came to Ms. Patel's possession, and she was angry. I think she had called you to complain also. Even the school principal was involved."

"Yes, it was very awkward. I had to apologize profusely. It was so embarrassing! Such a filthy drawing - that sketch - he had made of her."

There was a little moment of silence before my mother continued.

"Rashida, do you remember me telling you that time ... that I was worried for Tarek's future."

"Yes,memsaab." Rashida replied. "I ...