Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... loudly. I froze. They were talking aboutme!

"I am surebaba can help." Rashida continued. "He's not like a normal boy. He's a faithful dog. A bitch. He will do what I order him to."

"I know." Farida said. "That's why I thought of it. I spoke about it to my sister. She was hesitant, you know ... but then the money ..."

"But we are going tomorrow to my village." Rashida said. "And then we are back, but only for two weeks. After that, in August, we are going to Delhi."

"I know."

"So,baba can only help you for two weeks in this city." Rashida said. "After that ... if you want to come to Delhi ... and before that ... to my village."

Farida thought about it for a bit.

"I will talk to my sister." She said. "Maybe by then the situation would be fixed. You never know."

"I wonder wherebaba is." Rashida suddenly wondered out aloud.

I didn't know what they were talking about, but clearly it was time I reported to the kitchen.

"Bua." I knocked at the door frame of the kitchen. The door was open of course. I entered and then nodded to Farida. "Apa."

"Tarek Zia." Rashida rebuked me. "You certainly took your time."

"I am sorry,bua." I apologized to my maid servant. Before she could scold me further, I knelt down on the floor, bent over and kissed her feet. First the right, and then the left. I then turned to her friend and kissed Farida's feet as well.

"You have him well trained." Farida remarked, as I remained in position, kneeling, on the ground, ...

... awaiting Rashida's next command.

"Yes." Rashida lovingly tousled my hair. "Baba's been my bitch for five years now. I like to think he's a good slave. He gets punished far less nowadays."

"I see."

"Although he is being severely punished every day this week. Do you want to see the marks on his ass?"

"Sure."

"Baba." Rashida turned to me. "Stand up and pull down your pants."

I was then humiliatingly ordered to bend over and exhibit my naked bottom to Farida. She rubbed her hands on my ass.

"Nice!" Farida remarked. "I can see the cane marks."

"Pull up your pants and stand up properly now,baba." Rashida ordered.

"Yes,bua."

Farida then turned to me.

"You are going tomorrow to Rashida's village." She said. "You will be staying there for a month. And then you are back here ... for two weeks. Before going to Delhi."

"Er ... yes, Faridaapa. That is our plan."

"My sister will need some help from you." Farida told me. "I will talk to her, and see if I can bring her over to Rashida's village."

"Of course, Faridaapa." I nodded. "I am always ready to serve you. You are my dearbua's friend."

Farida soon left. She never specified what help I was supposed to give her sister, and Rashida did not elaborate either. All I knew ... from overhearing ... is that her sister's breasts were overflowing with milk ... overproducing the amount ... for her newborn.

"Have you finished your packing?" Rashida asked me.

"Yes,bua, almost." I lied again. I was just ...