Worry, don’t you. You sit,” spoke Reema in a lower class maid-like accent.“Role-playing, kinky…” I said to myself. Normally I don’t vocali...e such remarks, but all this investigation was surfacing the slut in me.“Nosir. Don’t look me like that. My chest, don’t see,” said Reema.I was impressed with the way Reema was talking. Being a daughter of a housemaid, I knew that Reema’s accent was spot-on. I could hear the swipe of her broom. She was literally sweeping the floor.At one point, I heard her. I turn away from her. "It's not often, mind you, but it's always been a thing." You've been fucking him for our entire relationship," I demanded."No. Not him. Them. I've always had a guy or guys who could give me what I needed." What you've needed?" Yes. You...look, you have a great cock. You're a wonderful lover. But sometimes I need to be...filled in a way you can't. Most of my real relationships have been with white guys but sometimes I just need...Christ, I'll just come out and say it.. This made things a littleeasier for me, since I didn't have to talk about myself too much orworry about making my voice sound feminine. Still, I was bored. I timedSteve on the clock behind him. He once talked for 23 minutes withoutrequiring me to say anything.I finally suggested that we leave and go somewhere else. "I couldn'tagree more," said Steve. Before I realized what he was doing, he hadgrabbed my hand. It took a lot of willpower for me not to yank it away.He looked into my eyes. "Why. We fucked all night stopping for rest and then we'd shag again, at one point in the night i must of fell asleep because i woke up to find my dad already fuckin me. I woke the next morning by myself i wondered where daddy was i went to the bathroom to shower and to do my make up, when i was ready and looked the best i could i went downstairs lookin for him " daddy, where are you? " i called out " in here " was the response from the living room. I entered to see my dad preparing four needles ".