Like many white women of my former social class, I was bossy, self-centered and arrogant. Then the unthinkable happened and I was brought to my knees ...y a twist of fate. It took me a while, but I accepted my new condition in life. I have traded my expensive clothing for the simple garb known as a maid’s uniform. And I live in a small room near the shed of the vast mansion occupied by Mistress Chandra, along with her husband and family. The Brown family was something else. They were a. We reached our destination in 15 minutes and went over to my bedroom. No one lived with me; hence it wasn’t necessary to lock the room. “Here we are. Though, it isn’t the place of choice to match the taste of a lovely girl like you.” Nadia looked around. Everything in the room was a mess. “Oh yes it is! At least, no one will disturb us. And,” she said snaking her arms around my neck, “I don’t want you to loiter.”“All right baby.”Our lips met again. I poked my tongue into her mouth and let it. “Yes, I suppose they would do.”Her hand drifted across my thigh to my bulge under the table. Her gentle squeeze was exciting. “Well that is what it’s all about anyway,” she responded. “It’s not just about the fucking, is it? It’s also about the mind games behind as well?”“Y... you're learning quick.”She smiled. “Paulo and I were talking about it in bed earlier. He’s had a lot of experience with cuckolds. He knows how they think – he knows what floats their boat.”“What else did you discuss?”Sue. Joanne kept a sharp eye on Didi andgave her a little finger wave when Didi looked over. Didi wanted to bethe best wingwoman ever for her BFF and dragged Peter on to the dancefloor. Peter was in a state of bliss. He had never even talked to agirl before, but now he was dancing with the most beautiful girl at thebanquet. Didi remembered her mom's warning and kept her distance.When the night was done, Didi had been the best wingwoman ever. Joannekept her eye on Didi the whole night and knew that.