I would always in a whiny voice say, "Come on upstairs, Pookie, and give me some loving. I'm in need, Pookie. I gotta have you. Please Pookie, lets go... get naked." Invariably, she would scream and say, giggling, "get away from me you pervert, you ain't getting any loving til I'm ready. Go take a cold shower, you randy booger." Often times these one act plays would degrade to me chasing her through the house playfully or me getting sprayed with a kitchen sprayer. It was all in fun and we both. My mom was stopped from going to the houses.They even refused to pay her basic salary, saying, “Why should we pay if you are not working?” I lost my job, and the school was shut down too. But the worst happened to my father. He died.My father was one of the first to get infected when there was no news of the virus coming to India. He had a poor heart so he couldn’t live long when he got sick. Fortunately, both of us were not infected by him, so we continued with our jobs until lockdown.But now. My Master pulls his trousers back up and tells me go and see who it is. My heart skips a beat and I try protest but he is having none of it. I walk over to the door and am very aware of the cum seeping out of my pussy and into my panties. Nervously I open the door a crack and see that it is the cleaning maid. She has clean towels. I try take them from her but my Master has walked over and now opens the door fully exposing me in all my glory. He tells her that she can come in and put the towels. But I couldn’t chicken out at this point. So, slowly, with my back to them, I let my robe fall off me. And well dear, one thing lead to another, and then it was Peter’s turn.’ ‘After Peter stripped, I laid down on the bed, and gestured to Paul to come closer. I wanted to suck his cock. And from there on, we made love for the next three hours.’ My body is tingly as I recount this to my husband. His only comment back sends shivers through me. He tells me he wants to know the full details, but.