They were hiked up her ass, so I could palm most of the sensuous, warm flesh as I pulled her closer to me.She spread her legs, snuggling down on top o... me and straddling my legs through the sheets."So now that you've had a chance to sleep on it," she sighed, rubbing my chest, "how was it?"I chuckled. "You and Julie are the best fucks I've ever had," I told her.That wasn't the answer she wanted, but it was close enough. She began to kiss her way over my chest, grazing my hair and biting down. “Kharaab ho jaayegi. Isko utaar dete hain”, the maid said, and she took it off. Satheesh took off her blouse. Now, the maid was about twenty-two or three years old. Her breasts (boobs, or Mulai, as her brother called them) were still full. “Mannu, uske doodh tight aur gol hain. Uske nipples moongphali ki tarah hain. Jab mere bhai ne unhein choosaa to woh seedhe khare ho gaye (Mannu, her breasts are tight and round. When my brother sucked on them, they became erect)”. Kunthi said, “Bhaiyya was. Donna, Ceecee, Aldo the ship’s boy and Ron the cook were considered staff. Besides us seven ‘idlers’ we had onboard 18 seamen, four shield-men, eight archer/spearmen, ten artillerymen, and almost 30 freed captives. Donna, two of our seamen, and eight or nine others scattered through our ‘fleet’ had also been captives, of course.About a dozen of our rescuees wanted to leave immediately. I gave each one a pair of shells to tide them over until they found work, or at least room and board, and. He wasn’t mad at all. I told him what Stacy had told me about having three slave dads and how she treated all of them equally the same. Stacy explained that at Sunny Manor they call that a “Slave Mom” Or “Slave Dad”.“Kid’s still respect them as adults but they don’t have the same authority,” I shrugged. That was what I was told Charity’s role was and my dad accepted my explanation. He even looked pleased there was a word for it.“I like that. I know that thrilled Charity when you called her Mom..