When daddy came down the stairs twenty minutes later Kate was waiting in the kitchen at the breakfast bar. She had one foot on the ground and one foot...on the bar of the adjacent bar stool. It wasn’t a sexual pose, but it was obviously not backing away neither.Daddy was finishing drying his hair with a towel as he walked in, looking very sheepish.Kate handed him the Americano that she had made him when she heard him opening drawers in his room. She knew how much he loved his Nespresso. We will dine aboard at 9. You do not need to dress for dinner tonight, it will be just we two but we always dress appropriately. If you are uncertain if your clothing is suitable, your maid will assist you. She is there for you and you have my permission to fuck her if you wish to. Now, go.’ A short woman of about 35 was waiting outside and introduced herself in perfect English as my maid, Irina. She wore a simple dark red dress with a white pinafore. She was attractive in a quiet way and led. I tuggedat the collar, but it remained fixed round my neck. Feeling at itcarefully, I couldn't even make out any join in it. Running my handsalong it, I decided it was about six feet long before it connected witha steel plate mounted on a concrete or smooth stone wall. I shouted outrepeatedly but there was no response. The only sound was a faint hummingnoise that could have been anything.I cried out again, every ten seconds or so for some minutes but therewas nothing. I was starting to panic. She’s a married white woman having a baby to a black male. She’s not married to him and she is going against all the conventional rules of society. What she’s doing is taboo. You could see how excited she was breaking all the rules.” We lay there in silence for a few minutes. “So if you weren’t married to me then you would marry a black man?” I said to her. Becky turned and reached down to touch my cock, “No,” she said shaking her head, “I wouldn’t marry outside convention but I would find.