Swathi my soon to be maid was standing in front of me in a traditional Indian attire. Now I have read many maid sex stories that said they didn’t ha...ve any perverted intentions towards their maids but this was different. The moment I laid my eyes on Swathi I knew that I would be thrusting my cock inside her. She looked like she was in her mid twenties she had long black hair that flowed till her back. Her skin was lighted than an average Indian woman it was a little darker than whitish brown but. You part your legs so that he can see your full lips when a drip of your own excitement rolls down your inner thigh. Embarrassed for a second, you blush, before realizing how erotic it must be. You touch the tip of your middle finger on your panties right between your lips and press. You groan as they part and you drag your finger upward over your hardening bud of a clit. You must have more as you rub back and forth. You stop as your knees weaken, slide your wet panties down and off and hand. As his mind interpreted all of this stimuli, he understood that all of these sensations—every single damn one of them—was pure fucking pleasure.Jason’s rhythmic fucking continued, and Jack couldn’t help but start panting. Sweat dripped from his forehead. The bed springs creaked quietly beneath them. As his friend fucked him, the thought curiously flashed through Jack's mind, I wonder what that redneck down the hall would think if he saw the two of us right now—I sure hope the door is. They knew where she went and when. They had her schedule and were aware of when she was taking off on a vacation, in order to take her when nobody would miss her for a while. Knew where she parked, grabbing her and dragging her into that damned van. The beginning of this hellish captivity. It had been five, no, six days including today. Nobody would miss her at work for at least three more days. She lived alone, and had for quite some time. No hope there."No mistress. There's been nobody for.