She stood at a mere 5’ 1” jet black hair flowed down to her lower back sitting just above her perfect little ass. Her tits small but nice 32A. She...was slim and only weighed 104 pounds. Her eyes were grey that’s the first thing I noticed about her. She waited on me and her English was not that great but we were able to communicate. I could barely eat cause I couldn’t take my eyes off of her beautiful face. When she gave me the bill she wrote her name Ling and her number on a separate piece of. They had dimmed the light but I was still able to see what was going on. I slowly moved toward the door and looked inside. The bed was straight ahead on an angle so I was able to see everything where I stood. When I looked inside, I could see Mr. Howard laying on his back. My wife was on her side just above his legs. She was licking his shaft. Rajshree had her left hand massaging his testicles while she held his shaft with her right hand. I focused on her action when I finally realized how. But that's the life of a slave girl when she's owned by an insatiable sex god." I finished grinning again. He rolled his eyes, and then cupped my chin in his hand."Ann?" He asked a little tentatively, almost automatically I straightened up. "Yes, Sir?" Take your coffee, and go take a long hot shower. When you're done I want you to come back here naked, so I can inspect you. It's a poor owner that doesn't take care of his toys."I'm glad he was cupping my chin, because I think my legs might've. Watching her work the table was captivating.Everything about her screamed competence, yet the guys were still lining up to challenge her, hoping that they'd be able to take back the table for the boys. She let them break each time, but somehow took stripes in every game. She obviously wanted it that way, but I don't know why.It wasn't simple happenstance that I was there. I'd just read a feature on her. A feature written by my editor. I almost didn’t recognize her at first, because it didn't.