Fahima could feel the ever growing bulge in Donte's jeans, it was a sign that he was enjoying it. Any resistance he held onto was gone now, which exci...ed Fahima even more. His huge hands were groping her breasts, kneading them. She felt both his hands grip the front of her burqa. And the next thing she felt was his hands yanking at the material and ripping it apart down the front, completely exposing her breasts. He then pulled her bra off with another hard tug, which caused her some pain.. She resigned herself to the inevitable. At least he found her attractive enough to want to see more.It didn’t take long before she found out that “seeing” wasn’t the only reason for the skimpy covering. Every few days he would bend her over a chair or table like her husband did, and she would feel a cock entering her barely used pussy. This one was about the same size as the invader at home. In just a few minutes the same surge of hot fluid happened inside her. She was then expected to clean. So I added to her triumph, good naturedly, by saying,“The very same!”“Well your Royal Highness...”“Call me Anath.”“Very well Anath, am I also to believe your story about your lover the snake catcher?”“That is the truth, improbable though it may sound.”She invited me to sit while a servant brought us a tray of fruit, bread and milk. While we ate, I recounted the whole story to her.“You are very brave and very foolhardy, if you don't mind me saying.”“I know it. But I want to find where these. She is very silent person. Dad runs a shop of women’s clothing. I am currently searching for jobs. Mom is at home and managing all the household works.We have two servants husband and wife. The husband (Balaji) works outside of the bungalow and wife works in the bungalow.Let’s start with the episode:Narrator of this Chapter: ArunMom: “Arun… beta wake up. Subha ho gayi hai.”Mom was shouting from the ground floor. We live in a duplex home. The ground floor has the kitchen, dining area, mom-dad’s.