By the fourth night I was gust about to give up. But I was obsessed with what I had seen and I had to see more. That night when I saw her drive up I i...mmediately snuck out the back window and found a good spot to watch what I witnessed was incredible but brief as she simply came in removed her summer dress and stood for a moment in front of the mirror in only pantyhose heels and again a thong over the nylons?. She proceeded to strip nude and put on a pajama bottom and turned off the lights went. She was confused with the fittings as my toilet had modern fittings and she didn’t how to operate it. I purposefully made her turn on the shower and she got drenched. Her sari was sticking to her body. I could see her navel through her sari which had become translucent and her nipples which were poking through her blouse as she had not worn a bra like usual. She was struggling to turn off the shower. I went close to her. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me.She had looked at. Mistress stopped suddenly behind me on her third walk around. I had passed her expection. "Pick up the chair, slut." she growled, the bull whip striking my nylon-covered thigh, ripping the brand new stockings and effectively reddening the soft flesh beneath it. I did not make any noise or flinch, instead purring, "Thank you Mistress, may I please have another?" "Not yet, whore. Follow my command," the sharp edge in her voice telling me to move quickly. I picked up the chair and turned towards. I can barely breathe from the heaviness of his angry voice choking me. ‘I’m just walking,’ she says continuing to do just that. The car creeps slowly behind her. ‘You’re Streetwalking!’ ‘No!’ She yells back and I’m stuck in the middle. He parks the car and jumps out. I don’t stop him as he quickly wrestles the girl into the back seat. When he continues to drive I decide to speak. ‘You didn’t have to do that,’ I say in a whisper. He ignores me driving toward the highway exit. Off the highway.