Forcing a servant to do my bidding
How I kinda raped my busty servant, a continuation from the second story. THE SERVANT AND HER SON At home the next day, I felt frustrated and so I began masturbating, then suddenly the maid came in, saw me hide my bulge and ignoring it asked me politely to leave the room as she had to clean. She was a black woman, with a rich skin tone, like most of the ‘ayahs’ (as they’re known colloquially) or housemaids and well maintained body, of course with all the chores that she did she’d have to be fit. I went out and saw her son, a year younger to me sitting silently in a corner. He saw me and smiled. I stared at him and then smiled back. Then I showed him a 10 rupee coin, at …