Back to the story – this is something that happened recently to me, unexpected and hence all the more fun. To recap, am married and living in Mumbai...…we changed houses about 6 months back and as a result had to change all the maids in the house and got some interesting neighbors too ;-) (more on that later)In the process of checking maids we met and interview a maid refered to us by the agency, surprisingly well educated with a passport and all – she had been working in Bahrain and had to return. So, hopefully you can make time for your boss this afternoon. Love, ChadReina smiled. He’d been doing that a lot lately, writing her notes. It was romantic and sweet. It was still a thrill to know that she’d helped him become this way. That, before her, he’d been unable to see himself as anything besides a broken man with a ridiculously high sex drive and a need to use women for his pleasure. Well, he still did that last part, but it was different now. The woman he used was Reina and she used. He smiled in surprise when he saw how wet her panties were. “You are liking this, huh? You can answer me.” he said. “Yes, I like it.” Laila said, her voice muffled against her pillow. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked as he parted her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock, wet with her saliva, up and down her exposed slit. “Yes.” she moaned, started by her own raging hunger. “Say it.” he said grabbing her arms and holding them at her sides. “Fuck me.” Laila said, and as soon as the words left. She was doing that for the last two years, and the customers had started getting bored of her and her snake. But she didn’t have time to learn some other routine. The only money she was making any more for her master, were the coins that every night the customers were throwing, aiming at her naked body. Recently her master had arranged to sell her to a whorehouse for bizarre pleasures, but she was afraid, because the man who wanted to buy her had the reputation of allowing his clients to.