He had Lucas’s friendship back – sort of -, he had Ayn, and everything was working like a charm in his book.Cory welcomed him with the same smile ...n his beautiful face.“How was your day?” he asked, as the servant took his coat.“I took Ayn shopping. He loved it,” Cory said excitedly. “I let him choose some of the outfits. I hope they will please you, Master.”Yes, he very much wanted to see Ayn wearing beautiful clothes. Not that he didn’t prefer the slave naked, his exotic beauty more valuable. A couple more jerks and I came hard, my spunk spurting out and spraying into the shed, finally dripping onto the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her un peg the washing she was taking in and go into her house.I quickly pulled up my shorts and went indoors myself. Now I started to worry.What if she told my wife what she had seen??What if she told her husband??What if she reported me to the police or something??Every time I saw either her or her husband going in or out of their house for. The saree was wet and her breasts were visible through her wet transparent saree.I thought of taking her to the bedroom and fucking her hard.But I was afraid to proceed for sex then I asked her go and change her dress in my room because I thought of recording her nude body in my mobile.But to my bad luck, she went to servant room and started changing her saree since the servant’s room door had no proper lock I just went and watched her.I was very much excited to see this seen.She was cleaning. I swallow convulsively, I feel the burn come into me as I work my hands over my breasts, rubbing her golden pee into every inch of my skin, undoing my belt and zipper so I can rub the stream of pee over my own pale white pussy.Undoing my bun, she grabs my hair as it falls into a pony tail half way down my back and uses it to control my face. I clean her thighs where she has splashed, such that her perfect black skin shows no trace of pee. She takes me closer and closer to paradise, but her.