It was a vaguely familiar face. She said something, and I instantly recognized her from the voice. It was Yukta. She had been my household maid. I rem...mbered her as the girl with short hair. Snapping back into the present, I addressed her:Vikas: Yukta! What a nice surprise.Yukta: I wanted to tell you on the first day, but you had jet lag.I sat on the kitchen counter drinking a cup of sweet tea while she made evening dinner. Time flew by as we exchanged notes, and she finished her cooking. Yukta. Everything went smoothly (I had connected very well with her folks the year before), then everybody left for the evening, leaving us home alone! We immediately went to her bedroom, where we were talking about intimate details of our respective lives, with some soft background music. Of course, the topic turned to sex almost immediately as soon as I started kissing her on her lips, then french-kissing her and holding her tight against me, enjoying the kiss and the smell of her hair. She returned. I can get rid of you anytime I want. What do you think happened to those servants who forgot their place when I first moved here? They disrespected me and now they are all dead. All those large canvas bags I had you dump in that large pit were their corpses. You never once questioned me about what they were, God, you are an idiot. I once told you the reason why I married you and what is this most important thing in my life. You were stupid enough not to believe me or to forget, so let me. She must have sensed it."Change positions?" she asked.I pulled out, my cock purple and glistening with lube. She rolled overonto her stomach. "Off the bed" she said. I moved off the bed. Sheknelt on the edge of the bed, her hole the perfect height for my nowstanding position. I was back in before she could say anything, pumpingher ass like a madman. My cock was on fire. It wasn't going to takevery long."Come on me, not in me" she said, between moans and gasps for air.I pulled out when I could.