‘Slave girl,’ she said, in a tone I hadn’t heard her use yet. ‘Get me the juice. In a bowl.’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ the girl spoke quickly, and...ducked out the doorway. ‘Right away.’ I asked if it had been too much anal. ‘Umm,’ she stammered for an answer. ‘Yeah, but… it’s okay. I’ll just get used to it.’ It tugged on my heartstrings for a moment, and I did feel a little guilty about fucking her so hard. Her face was pinkish, with blotted eyeliner that somehow hadn’t run completely everywhere, from. I have had the worst experiences when I went to US for Master’s though I loved some. I used to go clubbing every weekend with my college mates, my best friend was Ravi, I din’t know he was my boyfriend friend Ravi fucked me.That was one day I was in small skirt and top and I was drunk in the club and was dancing, some random black guy came and started grinding with me, I loved his force on my bum, he danced with me for 20 mins, I’m sure he must have cummed. He then asked me to come to bathroom. All the while she stared at me intently. She seemed very interested. I couldn’t figure out if she was just curious or if it was just like hearing new gossip to her. Then I noticed her begin to fidget in her seat. “What is it?” I asked.She put her hands between her legs and held the crotch of her tight blue jeans. “Oh God. I drank a ton of Coke today and I gotta pee so bad. I thought I could hold it until I got home, but it’s really coming on strong now.” She winced and pushed a hand in. As it was tiring to work even at house I hired a maid who could cook as well.My neighbor suggested a name “SHEELA”. well this is a description of her. She was medium built with erotic curves.To say about her boobs, she was an angel. Her towers stood prominently through her blouse. She used to wear blouse and sometimes bra along with loosely fitting petticoat and saree.I did not see any sign of poverty in her as her boobs were really large.She used to work in several houses to meet her ends as.