He was the King of the house. Nothing moved without his approval and permission. Mom was his lifelong slave running around to serve the King’s every...wish and fancy. Pop was a bull dog of a man short and stout strong and muscular with dumb bell moustache and the mind set of a tyrant. We were all shit scared of him. Mom used to tell us that this was a family trait which ran down from father to son. But frankly deep inside Papa was a loving and caring father to us . We however never could. I was surprised 2 hear my name from a strange girl of my age.I asked 2 let in..She said she was appointed ny my parent as my maid.My joy knew no bounds.She asked me the way 2the kitchen.i asked the salary she will be taking.she has agreed with my parents…And it was a deal..she asked about her room.i showed her the servants quarter..she said that she want 2 take some rest as she has travelled a long distance..I allow her 2do so.I dont how 2 cook and i was hungry in the afternoon.She woke up at. Our tongues hitting gums and teeth. We parted lips and took a moment to breath.Without saying anything, I rolled off the hammock, stood up and grabbed her head by the ears. I kissed her. She then gave me an embrace that allowed our body to share each other’s heat. I felt her breast press against my body. Her soft sensual white legs run through the gap between my thighs. Felt her feather soft arms wrap around my neck. I led us to the near bamboo day bed at the end of the terrace; our body still. Let me get everything together.”“Wait. What? What do you mean?”“Well, I am going to be the one to do it. This is your virgin voyage and I want to be there.”Let me explain. My husband, I’ll call Big D in this story, is a very large man, standing at 6’5, with big hands sporting clumsy thick fingers. There is no way in hell I want those things handling a delicate razor on my even more delicate pussy. Love him, but …I hold up one of his big sausage fingers with my tiny fingers and say, “Honey, you.