It happens quite often to all of us in housekeeping. Most of the time we get shouted at to leave. Other times its single men playing with themselves. ... think they do it on purpose.”There was definitely innocence about this girl. I had seen videos online of men who secretly film themselves wanking when the maid comes in. Sometimes the maids will blow them or fuck them, but I reckon these are staged to give the viewer the thrill of what could happen.She hadn’t taken her eyes off my cock fucking. "But, erm, I'd rather be alone..." I still haven't got used to the complete lack of privacy that the slaves are expected to endure."Mmmm, you probably would," Jo is sympathetic but firm, "but life is different for you now. Off you go and squat."Her use of the word "squat" seems to carry a very odd sexual charge. I find it odd how some words have the way of turning a switch in my brain. For a second, I'm pulled between the sexiness of what she is telling me to do and the embarrassment of. My biggest regret was that our most intimate moment was also gone like it never happened. I wanted Michael so badly that I could still taste his sweat. But the fear in Ghammal’s eyes haunted me. My love for Michael was put on hold again. That was how we got here, waiting for Ghammal. Now I remembered the parcel. Rummaging through my backpack I looked for the package to make sure it is still there. Ghammal didn’t show and it was now close to eleven. The traffic couldn’t be that bad this early. Then he suddenly controlled himself and was more gentle. Oh dear, I thought, he hasn’t got over it yet. I’m not the sort of person to allow things to happen so I knew that I was going to have to do something today but I was very aware that I must be careful. We drove to his house and I chatted away as usual with him nodding and making small talk as required. When we got to his house I got out of the car and swayed my bottom up the path to his front door. I could feel his eyes on me and it felt.