“Best get your chore done and changed before Roger gets home. It would be good to meet him at the door and send him out back to meet me appropriatel... greeted, unless you want to serve us beers as naked as Niki? No? I thought not. Off with you now.”Roger was still in shock as he went out back and joined his son at one of the two chairs that had been moved near the edge of the patio. The two chairs faced each other obliquely, positioned to let both occupants keep an eye on the bulk of the back. I felt good with thelook, daring as it was, and knew I was bound to have a great night out.Unfortunately the T-girl friend I was due to meet at the club had failedto turn up and I was in the process of answering her text (her car hadbroken down on the way from Bristol) when I heard the fateful wordsspoken behind me that were about to change my life forever."Pretty little kajira."It's quite possible the phrase may mean nothing to you, but it was veryfamiliar to me. 'Kajira' is the term for. I have reached their home at 2 pm on Saturday and there house is really a good house. I have knocked the door and a old female servant had opened the door and invited me to sit and she also offer me water after 30 minutes wait that 2 females have come down stairs they he sit in front of me andtold that servant to leave the home and they are in there gowns.They have asked me some more questions and finally they have selected me and fixed my salary. I thanked them ready to leave but they told me. "D-don't do this, big brother," she moaned into my skin. "Please! You're too big."Her vagina was pulsing against me as I thrust, deeper and faster, deeper and faster, as she gripped me with her whole body. "You can take it," I grunted into her hair. That smell. Her smell. Her shampoo and sweat. The natural smell of her. My sister. My lover."I-I can take it," she whispered into my ear."You can take the whole thing, Monica. Good girl." I am," she gasped against me. "Is it good? Do you love that.