"Are you horny my pretty girl, do you want come?" "Yes Master, do you want to fuck me?" She asked. "Such language, where did you ever hear that word?... "I just want to please you, Master." "Then don't be vulgar." I replied "I would prefer that you say make love." "And no, I do not want intercourse, I want oral sex from you." "I left a basin with hot water and a wash cloth on the stairs, go get it." "Here it is Master, do you want me to wash you?" "Of course." I replied "That is right,. “Yeah, we can take our clothes off first. Is that what you want?” AddedAisha.“Yes… please.”The girls walked towards him, hand in hand and ran their fingers throughhis hair. Then they stroked his shoulders and arms. He had smooth skin,hairless almost, apart from a sprinkling of dark curlies on his abdomen.At least he kept himself in shape and the girls paused, their fingerstracing the outline of his triceps. Aisha ran her hand along his collarbone and then ran her index finger over his right. She described exactly how to do all the laundry and named several other items that were not in that load which should be hung up. It was both humiliating and exciting to be laundering women’s underwear. Which caused me to go back in to the house with a hard on, which was very noticeable. Miss Spencer ignored it while she praised me for listening so carefully to her instructions.Her invitation to come in the kitchen for a snack was more an order than an invitation, she announced it and turned. She was 18 with the perkiest middle eastern nipples. Other girls envied her and did their part to mercilessly bully her for it. She had no friends, alone and kept to herself. Since the family had no vehicle, she rode the school bus each morning. Each morning, as soon as she walked on the bus the harassment began. The mean bitch socio-pathic girls would call her all sorts of demeaning names, everything from cunt rag to the most vile terms that only hormonally driven teen girls could conjure up..