Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... Rashida, for many things. So, I wanted to give this to you."

I heard the rustle of paper. My mother was giving an envelope to Rashida.

"Oh,memsaab, what is this!"

"Just a small token of our appreciation, Rashida." My mother said. "Please accept it."

"Memsaab, you are too kind." Rashida said. "You helped with my mother's treatment, you gave money for our house in the village, and you paid for my sister's tuition. And now this."

"You are family, Rashida." My mother said.

And yet Rashida had to sit on the floor. Some family! She had now stood up to take the envelope, presumably full of cash. My maid kept thanking my mother.

"Rashida, I also wanted to talk about Zarine." My mother subtly changed the topic. "How is she?"

"She is a good worker,memsaab. Still learning many things, but she will serve you well, especially after I move to Delhi,memsaab. She is a good replacement for Rubina."

There was a pause. Again, I felt my mother was building up to something. My mother was like that - she never got straight to the point. She had a habit of saying things in and around until she got to the bottom of what she wanted to talk about.

"Rashida," She final said. "You know ... my husband and I ... we are not particularly religious. Especially ... we don't really enforce thepurdah and all."

"Of course,memsaab." Rashida replied.

"Many Urdu speaking families from our upper-class society practicepurdah." My mother continued. "The women have their own spaces ...

... in the house and when they come in front of men who are not theirmahram - like fathers, husband or sons, they are expected to be properly attired and covered. Especially the maids."

"Er ... yes,memsaab."

Rashida knew how true that was. Her good friend Farida worked in such a household. As a maid, she had to fully cover up, in a properhijab, whenever the owner of the house - a man - was there. Even when she was in the kitchen, she had to remain fully covered up, just in case her master walked in.

"We are more relaxed here." My mother continued. "I know you Bengalis - especially your women - do not observepurdah to the extent like us. And so ... it makes your life easier when you work here. I am not worried about my husband going to the kitchen or my son seeing your hair."

"Of course,memsaab."

"What Iam concerned about," My mother finally got to her point, "Is dressing decently. I am not concerned about fullpurdah, but you should be decently attired."

"Er ... decently attired,memsaab?" Rashida still didn't get it.

"Rashida." My mother sighed. "I know the way you Bengali women wear thesari, you just drape it around your body. It leaves a lot of the body uncovered, such as the waist, the belly, the navel. Frankly, it has not bothered us so far, but recently I have noticed Zarine taking it almost to the next careless level."

Wisely, Rashida kept quiet.

"Rashida. I am little concerned about her dress choices." My mother continued speaking about our younger ...