When I grabbed my maid’s daughter, her Chest/ boobs crushed to me and I grabbed her tightly and pressed her boobs, she to holded me tightly. After s...me time we released each other, my maid said OK, I have work to do. You both of them talk each other.We sat on the bed and I asked her, What’s your name? She replied “Sulthana”, I asked her, do you know the meaning of your name, she said yes, I asked what? She said “Queen”, at the same time I told your queen of my heart. She sat silently, I once. Whenever she would hear the word ‘come’ she would shiver a little.That was Jack’s desired reaction.Sloane would enter his house and walk directly to his play room. There, she would undress and bend over his table and wait.Sometimes Jack would arrive shortly after she did.Sometimes he would make her wait.And wait.And wait.And wait.For the first two months, the process was the same. Jack would enter the room, spank her until her ass was numb, call her terrible, degrading names, choke her, pinch. Everything was pre planned and all the payments for the tour have been paid. we have packed our bags and landed at our destination we were waiting for a cab to arrive I got a call so I was talking on the phone and accidentally I dashed a guy he had a drink in his hand which fell off on my shirt, he began to yell at me and even tore my shirt and a quarrel started between us and to solve that my aunt and sis came by my side within few seconds cops arrived and our quarrel stopped . when I turned. Kat suddenly perked, “Come on, Don. Let’s do something freaky or wild like that.”Katrina was not freaky.I loved her because she was the perfect wife. She was sensible and stable, intelligent and caring. A career woman. But one thing she wasn't was freaky. She didn’t need to be. I loved her because she was the opposite. “You’re about as freaky as a pair of slippers and a cup of hot cocoa.”“I know. But I feel like I missed out on doing stuff like that when I was young. My parents were strict.”I.