Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... maid. "She needs to learn that she is working here in a respectable household, and the way she wears clotheshas to change. Tarek is still here. There is a young man in the house! And the way Zarine wears her clothes ... "

"Oh, I will talk to her, definitely,memsaab!" Rashida surmised. "She needs a stern talking to,memsaab. Er ... what exactly concerns you,memsaab? Just so I can relay the message."

"Everything!" My mother scoffed. "Zarine is wearing clothes that are too ... thin ... you can see underneath! She also doesn't cover herself well! I think yesterday, I saw she was not wearing a blouse... just a sari! I could see ... you know ... especially when she from the side. And this morning, when she was mopping the kitchen, I saw that the way she had tucked her sari, it showed a lot of her waist. Her tummy and so on. I mean, as I said, we are not strict ... but she is not here in some dance bar! This is a respectable Muslim household and our servants must be dressed properly!"

"I am sorry about this." Rashida apologized on behalf of her fellow maid. "I will talk to her about this,memsaab."

"Good, thank you." My mother's tone appeared to convey relief. "It would be embarrassing for me to bring this up to her, you see. Probably for her too. I can understand ... her social class before this house ... what her father was ... but now, she is workinghere. She needs to know."

Implicit in my mother's note was that this was matter for the lowliest help in our house, ...

... and she didn't want to deal with it. So, she was asking the senior maid to look after the affairs of the other folks from the help staff.

"Yes,memsaab." Rashida nodded, and then cleared her throat. "Er, what about me,memsaab? I just noticed I too wear my clothes very carelessly. A lot of my tummy ... my big fat tummy ... is always showing. And my blouse ... my poor blouse has seen better days. My boobs always seem to want to come out."

My mother actually laughed.

"Oh Rashida." She giggled. "As I said, you are like a second mother to my son. That's how I look at you, and I am sure he also thinks that. I have no complaints about the way you dress. You have served us long enough ... you should be comfortable. Show your belly, don't show ... it's your decision. Just ... with Zarine ... I want her to cover up a bit more. We also always have guests here also, as you know."

"Yes,memsaab."

"As for your belly ... well ... if you see my son staring ... you know how to deal with him." My mother laughed. "And Rashida ... I have a lot of ... um ... extra ... clothes. I was meaning to donate. You should wear a good bra ... for your big ... um ... boobs. I have some. Go through my drawer next time you are in the room. Take what you like. I will get new ones."

I could sense that my mother was ready to dismiss Rashida, so I slowly crept out of my hiding spot and walked softly back towards the front door. I decided I had heard enough - I better get Rashida's suitcase so she ...