Pull so hard he merge me. All his.Riis ask me out Saturday night.Rest of week like foggy dream. School I see Riis, class I see Riis or don't see Riis,...lunch I eat and drink Riis, after school I with Riis, night I dream Riis.Dinnertime, Ma-Da go you okay? Ya, I say, big test coming. Maybe so, but not school test. Ma look me, smile. She cool. She girlie too.Saturday coming, and I already know. Riis want, he got. No, I want. He don't need ask. Only need time. Only need place. Nighttime, I touch. Her education and skills were limited. Although there are no castes in Punjab, there certainly are classes like in the Western world. So the wealthy hired the poor to be servants. With no legal protections, in fact they were almost slaves.She obtained a housekeeping job for a wealthy older man and his son. It seemed to be going well the first week then he made a request that was more like a demand. He wanted her to wear a French maid uniform, and NOTHING else while at work. Her breasts and. And they apparently knew her real name! Christina hated the idea of being out-maneuvered by a man. He said calmly, "Are you feeling all right, Miss Hilshire? Can we get you something to drink, some cold water perhaps?" I'll tell you want I want," said Christina, her voice edged with venom, "I want you get let me go. Right now. Otherwise, you and your creepy little outfit will find yourselves in more trouble than you could even conceive." Oh? And what were you doing here, may I ask?" I was. “My God,” I gasped. “You’re beautiful!”She was. She was curvy in all the right places, with large, round, firm breasts that drooped just slightly, nicely flared hips, a moderate patch of blonde pubic hair, a shapely butt and nice legs. Her breasts weren’t quite as big as Kellie’s, but very close.“Just shut up and get your clothes off. It’s not like I haven’t seen you before!”I stood up and unbuttoned my polo shirt and pulled it over my head, then I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and pushed.