The image of Vince’s hand firmly gripping my wife’s backside was burned into my brain. Indian sex “Yes Miss.”
I had started referring to her as Miss a few months prior at Vince’s command, and it seemed to have a psychological effect on all four of us. Kate was already getting accustomed to the idea of having a domestic servant. His confidence, his swagger as Kate jumped to kiss him on the cheek…
“Maid…the bags.”
“Yes Sir.”
The command was almost a relief. The whirlwind of emotions whipping through my mind weren’t all pleasant, but they were definitely making my penis do it’s absolutely best to break out of it’s little plastic cage. The leader of the three man crew held the clipboard and shook his head. I carried the last box to the basement bedroom that would be my new room. I squeezed the sides and desperately stroked as I had done so many times before.
