I was careful that I don’t want to give up my position. I want him to force me to have sex with him. I started to wear my saree and blouse so tightl...y. It gave a nice view of my butt and boobs. He used to touch my hand while getting something from me and touch my butt while we are in lift together and he would say sorry as like it was an accident. Once he was bold enough to push his erection on my thighs. I gave him a cold stare by that time but actually I was happy that he was trying to get. Serving her ice cream is easy. She just wants the pint and a fork. Igave both to her and left again. When I checked on her a few minutes later,she told me to draw her bath and put the ice cream away. When her bath wasready I told her, she got in, and sent me away again. About 30 minutes later, I checked on her again. Her glass needed refillingand her back needed scrubbing. I used the new loofa sponge that I had boughther for Valentine's Day until her back was bright red. Then I rinsed her. She quickly took the hand with my jizz in it and slapped it across my mouth. My eyes opening and I spit the cum out. She clamped my balls twisted and pulled and told me, "What the fuck bitch! I told you not to disobey me. Now lick your cum off the mirror and floor." I was in so much pain I immediately did what she asked. She then told me, "Since your now my panty bitch, you Must eat your cum every time."Still in shock I just shook my head in agreement. "Good boy" was once again mentioned. I. He looked at me with confusion, shock and concern in his eyes, but his hand didn’t move. I think he was just in too much shock trying to figure why I was reacting like that. ‘Get off me!’ I insisted and pushed his hand away from me. ‘Edie?’ he asked as I got out of his bed. ‘Edie?’ he repeated and grabbed my wrist. ‘Don’t fucken touch me, Spencer!’ I cried. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and I was acting like a crazy person but he touched me too intimately. It had brought back the memories of that.