It was young Mister Parker, one of her distant cousins. His eyes and his crooked little smile showed that he had a little devil in him. It was just wh...t Geneva needed. ‘Let’s take a walk,’ she said. They snuck out the kitchen door and quietly tiptoed into the garage. Geneva opened the back door to the Duesenberg and climbed in. Mister Parker shut the door after entering. Their clothes flew off. Her dress landed in the front seat with his coat and tie on top. Her shoes flew out the window and. Sorry for the delay in posting the 3rd part. And thanks again for those amazing responses.You can read earlier part from the link given above.For those who don’t know about me or for those who have forgotten me, here is a repeat of my resume. I am Zaheera, 24 years old. I work as a hotel receptionist in Bangalore and live with my brother Aditya (28) who is in IT.You might think I am Muslim because of my name. But the thing is that my dad is Hindu and my mother is Muslim. Mom. We're going to get you some clothing that I feel is more appropriate for a slave girl. These will not be the same clothes that you will wear to school. But we have several months before the next semester starts. We'll shop for your school wardrobe later. You will be required to do those household chores you do not already do, such as making the beds, doing most of the cooking and the laundry. There will be times when you will be required to call me Master. You will come to know when those times. Like any other night, my tossing and turning was no different, but this time, I was certain I heard something at the foot of my bed. Feigning sleep, I watched as a figure searched thru my dirty clothes hamper and pulled a pair of soiled panties from it, pressing them to their nose and mouth, smelling my womanhood. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized the figure was my dad. He had his cock out stroking it stiff and hard. He turned to my sisters' bed and slowly moved the blankets off her.