She is a Maharashtrian and converses with me usually in Marathi & sometimes in Hindi. She is a good woman, has a nice figure but small boobs, which ca...n be seen through her blouse, as she does not wear a bra, except very rarely. The fitting of her blouse is just perfect as it shows the full curvature of her boobs. While sweeping & moping the floor, part of her boobs & legs are visible.I always try to ogle at them. Then, while she is washing the clothes, her knees & part thighs are sometimes. I sobbed for a moment, but he stayed back for the time being. I wagged my feet again and jiggled somewhat as I felt like shit. I felt nothing else could be said or done at that moment, but the blow was fresh.Although, after a few more minutes, I felt his arms come around me. "Wow, my worst thought was that you two were doing something drug-related. Fuck me, Michelle, I never expected this though. I figured that you two came to love each other a lot more, but not like this," he explained before. Where she was. What she was doing. Instinctively her hands shot down to cover her cunt. SLAP! He slapped her hands hard with a sharp surprising blow."Come on my little cunt. Breakfast, then a full day." She could smell coffee and waffles. "Shower. I want you in a pony tail. There is an outfit for you folded over the chair. If you take too long, no breakfast. Oh, and bring your assignment from last night. There's a good little fuck." Jennifer emerged into the kitchen after ten minutes and Graham. . these!” she added quietly, as she leant forward and drew her finger over the two little bumps in my slacks that my suspender-clasps made, halfway down my thighs! “Surely you’ll be wearing more than just…… these?” she then asked. “I….. errrmmm, I………” I stuttered into the papers. “You should never wear a black bra under a white shirt, unless you want it to be seen, Dave!” she slowly continued, “It was the first thing I saw when you came in! And then I saw the two little bumps in your slacks.