“Ajit! Please bring me the churidar from the hanger outside!”Like an obedient boy, I followed her orders. I pushed through her bedroom door to giv...e the churidar. What I saw changed my mind towards her.Wrapped in a short white towel over her breasts which hardly covered her fleshy white waxed thighs, she starred at me like I had done something wrong. I was wrong. She intended me to come to her bedroom where she would take her garments from me. But I entered.“sorry, sorry!” saying this I left. I roll over and look up at him.“Good morning baby girl.”“Good morning Sir.”“I do love watching you sleep, so peaceful and innocent. But we must get going now, we have to get you home and I have a plane to catch.”“How long will you be away this time Sir?”“Only a few days baby girl. Baby girl, I need to tell you this, before last night I had mentioned to John that I would be gone and had asked him to keep an eye on you while I’m away. After you telling me it was up to me if we continue with John,. An I loved to do that…I loved to be treated like a cheap slut…As they were all hard again, I was turned over on my stomach and gang fucked really hard by those niggers…My asshole was spilling out cum, since all of them used and abused my ruined rear entrance.As they finally were all spent, I went with some of them to the back yard.I enjoyed myself by playing with some of their cocks and licking those hard things. They all got charged up again for another round with me. As they were dragging me. It wasn't that he wasn't welcome in my kitchen, it was more like he didn't belong. Just like I didn't belong in his operating room.It was something that just kind of evolved. I think the fact that I messed up what I was making a couple of times because I was paying more attention to our conversation than to my cooking had a lot to do with it. I remember a batch of mashed potatoes that was extremely salty. Of course, these days I could probably have three or four conversations going on at the.