In high school, she had blossomed into the beautiful category. Boys chased her. She was attracted to the "bad boy" type, with fast cars and lost her v...rginity in the back seat with one. As a “fast girl”, I was stimulated by her escapades and quizzed her about sex details to prepare for my marriage. Her veer to the wild side, however, skewed her life's universe to an unhappy ending.My fiancé took control of not just my life when with him but all of it. His directives were, finish high school,. That day she finished her work and her second cup of coffee that she thought I so generously prepared for her! Now, I am not a bad looking guy and did not harbor any ideas about doing anything with her as I was very scared that if it became public of me chasing house maids, my family would kill me. But, that day, I could not concentrate on work and just wiled away the whole day thinking about Susheela and her tight body and big boobs hidden in the white blouse. Next day, again, she showed up at. I have a lot of rules to make my slave's life difficult for him and amusing for me, and one is that he must never touch me with his hands: so he holds a large sponge in his mouth, his eyes running from splashes of soap and his hair in wet rat's-tails, craning and twisting over the bath as I turn to him like a cat being stroked. When I stand up he swaps the sponge for a device I had him make for me, a big pompom of towelling on a wooden block the right size to grip in his teeth; with his hands. We really clicked with eachother, Still caution is advised when getting to know each other. We laughed and teased each othermercilessly. She packed my lunch even when we were dating. One day when I opened my lunch shehad forgotten to put in a spoon. When I got home that night I told her how difficult it was to eat mypeaches that they had kept slipping off the nail I was trying to eat with. Linda never said a word. Thenext day when I opened my lunch bucket there was a 3 inch layer of plastic.